Rough Deal
Sometimes, without warning, time rewinds.
Memories of you, play through my mind.
Many tears, have been cried.
By those, you left behind........
While gazing at the sky.
I heard his sigh.
As I looked into, serious little eyes.
He whispered," Why did my dad, have to die?"
Somehow, you always knew.
Your years on earth, would be few.
Many times, you spoke of what to do.
Just in case, something happened to you.
While trying to comfort our son.
His words, continued to come.
I soon realized, It's something you already done.
As he speaks of, the man he will become.
He knows, some dads live in the sky.
They watch their sons, from way up high.
Yes He knows, you saw him, learn to tie.
And that you'll always be proud, of your little guy.
In this life, he left his mark.
Our little son, the king of hearts.
Hes my lite, In the dark.
Father and son love, will never part.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
