It's gone.
My life filled with smiles and warmth
Security and hope.
But you know,
It's the little things I miss.
Minty Frisks on the breath of a kiss
Feathering my cheek
I'd still smell the tobacco creeping through
Still haven't quit, I'd think as I'd smile,
You don't fool me.
Fixed the fence...every summer...
"Here's a hammer sport, go nuts."
Always sport, kid, buddy or brat
The boy he never had.
Never pumpkin or princess [newly my sweet]
Long days spent basking in silent understanding
Waiting for a tug on the line
And unspoken bond.
Words, words, words...
Meanings, origins, definitions
Fascination of knowledge, learning.
And that damn crossword.
I get it all from you.
Dark, cold nights
Carried to bed and tucked in by strong hands
Pretending to be asleep.
Merely memories.
My baseball glove lays expectantly by the door
Gathering more dust day by day.
Swing sets rusting in its forgotten state
No more piggy back rides or under ducks
Or long hugs after work
That caused tickle fights
Cause I just didn't want to let go.
My fountain of knowledge has run dry
My safety net has snapped
My security blanket is gone
And I've been left in the cold.
My superman, my hero, my savior
My father.
The man who could do anything...
Couldn't do it anymore.
[and a child lays broken - a product of her home.]
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