Call Your Dad
Young captain
It's been 72 days
Since you talked to your dad
I know there's a war
I know my morning's your night
I know there's a girl
I know I'm not
#1 on your list
But I miss you
I always have
Since the day you
Stepped off the boat
To report to that school
Where they made you
A leader of men
Even then I would call
And you'd answer
I knew your senior year
Flying back from the game
That time we had in Philidelphia
Or the night
We climbed to the roof
Dangled our legs over the ledge
Drank some beers
And watched the lights of The City
Our last fishing trip, too
I knew
Cat's in the Cradle *
Started playing in my head
"When you coming home, son..." *
God--I love you
You're brother's at your momma's now
Coming to see his dad tomorrow
Wish you were here, too
My sons under this roof again
We'd have a time
You know we'd have a time
We always do
Just needed to talk
But it's 2:30 a.m. over there
So you know... wrote a poem
* "Cat's in the Cradle" by Harry F. Chapin and Sandy Chapin
Copyright © Steven Young | Year Posted 2022
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