I guess they call this full circle,

I asked Dad as the sky turned purple,

Grew up and survived being a teenager,

Even became a truck driver.

From being a kid, to having one,

If anyone asked, I’d of said I’m done,

Then I graduated to the next step up,

My daughter says I’m due to be a Grandpa.

Hell Dad, you know me,

I had no idea what to do even then,

Now Grandfathering is tossed in?

It just revolves with no end.

Don’t get me wrong Dad, I told the sky,

I love all the gifts that are a part of life,

Never really understood the bad times,

And I really hate talking to the sky,

Sounds like I’m practicing lines.

We learn so much that’s so dear,

Gain family and friends over the years,

Always under a cloud of fear,

That someday death will be near.

I went silent under that sky,

Now dark with the stars glowing up high,

I was listening for a reply,

Thinking once again, I would be denied.

Whispering like the wind,

I heard Dad’s rough and tender voice,

If you think you had wonderful times,

It’s just a prelude to what you’ll find,

As you begin that long final climb.

March 12, 2008

@Bradley S. Hartman

www.bradleyshartman.com