Their Rock
Their rock
I’m supposed to be their rock
To always protect them, everyday
To be the father type of rock
To make sure they’re ok
On the days I first met them
I fell in love with each one of them
I told them to never have a worry
But they grew up in such a hurry
They’ve cried many times as they grew
I was always there to help them feel good
I dried their eyes more than a time or two
I was Superman to them; I did what I could
I taught them what I think a father should teach
I didn’t always have it right.
Sometimes the right choices were out of reach
I just tried to be their light.
They became what I wish I had been
They became strong and it is showing
I see myself in them now and again
Even as my life is steadily slowing
as I age, I want the best for them
My blood started to rust years ago
I know I can’t forever protect them
Soon they’ll learn to grow alone.
Throughout the years, this lesson they teach me
Is more important than any I could teach them
To raise them to where they don’t need me
All the while, increasingly, I’ll be needing them
Their youth reminds me everyday
That my days number more behind me
one day, I too, will go away
And leave them behind, sadly
As my life goes
It’ll break free from these living chains
And as my life goes
My blood will cease
-to course through these veins
I’ll still see them throughout the years
I’ll still be there when they’re crying
I don’t know how I’ll fix their tears
-and when I see this, again, I’ll be dying
The feeling of being so powerless
When the ones you love need you most
My sand already fell through the hourglass
What remains of me
will be just a ghost
So I pray that I do a good job
Showing them how to be strong
Showing them everything I think I know
God I hope that I’m not wrong.
Copyright © Walt Hughes | Year Posted 2020
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