Gods Shadow
Strike one!
The umpire yelled
at the other team.
I could see my dad smiling,
proudly back at me.
He was a very, hardworking man.
But he never missed a game
Man I miss my dad.
I remember him hunting
Just him and his dog.
Would come back with a truck bed.
full of squirrels he never shot.
I can't explain it either.
to this day I don't know.
Dad was very special
Like gods shadow.
One evening we waited,
on dad to go to town.
This was a treat.
anytime we spent with him.
As he walked right on by,
towards the old truck he drove.
He said I'm sorry son.
I have a bad feeling.
You need to stay home.
He drove off that day
down the old dirt road.
Still crying when we saw
A sherif we already known.
I'm sorry. he began
to say these words to me.
Your dad has been in a wreck.
He hot a pothole
the truck destroyed completely.
Your dad didn't make it
Again im very sorry.
He said he loves you all
Need anything please just call.
I never picked up a baseball
It just hurt too much to play
Without dad cheering on
I just watch my son play games.
he's never far away
from us at his home.
Because God lives in our house
And dad is his shadow.
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