My Dad And I
I have written four children's books
in my lifetime.
But my father doesn't know.
He died in 2006,
I didn't know he was about to go.
He loved me unconditionally,
that I cherish for life.
He said he would walk the aisle with me
when I married my only wife.
He taught me things he knew I would need in age
He taught me how to handle myself when I felt the rage.
I didn't know how important he was until he wasn't there.
I never really had the chance to show him that I cared.
Now that I'm older all I hear is
"Girl, you look just like your dad."
It bothers me a lot at first, but now I'm sorta glad.
So, I love you dad, and miss you,
thanks for letting me rise.
I will make sure I dedicate to you,
my first Nobel Peace Prize.