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My Father’s Son
For Garth and his dear Dad…
All my life I’ve been so proud..
To be my Father’s son…
He was right beside me
For each honor that I won…
My best friend and my teacher,
Said, ”Be all that you can be.”
But Dad, somehow, I always thought..
You’d always be with me...
Even when we argued...
As sons and fathers do...
Wars we fought and battles won...
Somehow we made it through...
Your life was such a symphony...
Of colors, rhyme and tone..
And when we were together..
I never felt alone…
Dad, you were the mirror...
That I held in front of me...
Reflections of the man you were...
And the one I hope to be...
I can’t bear it here without you
Dad…
I’ll think “I can’t go on…”
Then all at once I hear you say…
“You CAN for, you’re MY son.”
Inside I answer softly....
“You’re right Dad, yes I will..”
“I’ll try to be the man you were...
But, your shoes are hard to fill…”
So Dad, if you are listening,
These words I say are true…
"You were just as proud of me…
As…
I was proud of you…"
Maria Lindberg
Copyright 2002
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