My Dad

I remember from younger days
Dad would captivate me.
With cheering crowds
The crack of a ball
Hitting the home-run
Playing after
In Wilson Park
I would be Griffey Jr.
The "home run high five"
As I rounded third
Those times were great!
Him and I
Father and son
An inseparable bond
Fast forward
Present day, Present time
Present state of mind.


My mother gone,
My father the same.
Losing a mother is horrible,
but parents gone was almost unbearable.
Memories long past covered in dust,
no longer am 10--no longer is the man I grew up with my "dad".
Relationship crumbed,
a dilapidated building lost to neglect,
I missed my dad.
Blinded by his own sorrow-bellied up to the local bar,
but cancer was the enemy.