The Person I Want To Be

I want to be the person my father was, kind, forgiving, loving and faithful.
He was a man who loved nature and taught me everything he knew about
the forest, the foliage, wildflowers, birds and creatures, and of the seasons.
I want to be that kind of person who loves nature and works to preserve it.

My father loved quotes, had one for every situation. I love quotes too
and realize now how fitting his quotes were.

He took me on hikes, like wilderness vision quests. Up mountain trails
to the top and we would camp under the stars, and follow streams.

I want to be that kind of person too, who is not afraid to go into the
unknown without fear to find myself, to be spiritual.

My father had amazing ethics, was a good husband and father, and friend.
His co-workers spoke highly of him. He was a hardworker, I want to be like
that, he had goals, I have goals, he taught to me to leave things the right
way, to never run away, but to turn away from a fight, a stronger person.

He was not a writer, but loved listening to me read him my poetry, he
was encouraging and a good listener, I think that I am too because of him.

Father was quite a storyteller, well, I am too. I could listen to his stories
forever, mother said only half of those stories were true, but I did not care.

I took his death hard, like a part of me was missing, a forever wound,
until I realized everything father had left me so I could grow into me
.

Prose Poetry