My dad tucked me in when I went to sleep at night.Pulled the covers up to my little chin and kissed my little cheek.
He would take me to parks and catch me as I came down then slide. He taight me how to ride a bike in kindergarden, everytime I would fall, he was right there picking me up and telling me that I could do it.
He would take me to the gasstation and let me pick out whatever I wanted (within reason)It was usually the usual though, beef jerky and a soda
He taught me how to weedeat and I accidently cut to much one time. But daddy didn't say anything.He would do things just to make me laugh, sometimes we wpuld ahve big tickle fights!
Most of all, my daddy taught me how to stick up for myself, and not to be rude to people. I thouht him and mom would be toether forever!
I'm grown up now, and I don't get those things anymore. I have to tuck myself in and pull the covers up to my own little chin
Soemtimes i sit there and think, what would it be like if him and mom were still together. But then the thought leves my mind because it would be horrible. All us kids would hear all the time would be fighting.
I talk to him everynow and then but I really don't have much to say
This poem was writtin for my daddy, Joe Sanders. |
