Only Just The Dad
I was there,
when you were first born.
They handed you, into my arms.
That was the first time I'd ever prayed.
Asking God only, help me, keep her from harm.
I was there, with them again.
At the hospital, you were so very sick.
I was brave, except I stood all night
Biting my lower lip.
And my heart felt, as if it had fell,
into that bottemless pit
Then two years later, again with them.
This time they said doing better.
And tubes in your ears.
And the third time I prayed.
Asking God Please! just let her hear.
I was there when you learned how to ride your bike.
I remember how determined,
And how you hung in there.
And tried.
But I was worried, so I ran beside you
Stride for stride
Baseball, and the day you were hit
In the head with a baseball bat.
I remember everything I did, But that was the day
My soul complained.
And said he was never coming back.
The time you wanted wanted to learn how to Ski.
I looked for my courage.
I trusted God.
And I paid Mr.Frank Gee.
And the day you learned how to ride a horse.
As you and that pony you Hiyaaa and kicked.
Just up and galloped out of site.
I guess you never seen.
How I prayed, hard, by that early morning light.
And then the worst day of my entire life.
I had so many. But of this one I was sure.
My eyes, my heart, and my soul battled agony and strife,
As you got on the plane.
I pleaded with God, please protect your life.
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poem by Clyde Bryson
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