This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO


Daddy, years have passed since last you held me
As I lay next to you in bed after having a bad dream.
Years have passed since last I shed tears
Upon your shoulder after skinning my knee.

(I truly miss those days of your steadfast love of child.)

Today, I still might fall, or toss in the night,
But with the gentle memory of your steadiness
And remembering your warm and sturdy shoulders
The tears falling today will be more for longing.

Today, at your party, a grandchild will skin their knee
And go to you, their grandpa, and climb into your lap
Where they will cry and you will easily comfort them
And I will, without a doubt, resent the little brat!

Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman

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