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