My dad is visiting, it is the first I have seen him since his heart attack in Feb. I can't believe I gave him CPR and thanks to his neighbor and me he is alive. So, for our commbined strength to survive amazingly negative odds this one is for him...
My Dad and Me
By:Heaven
My Dad colors inside the lines,
smiling as he watches me create my own.
My Dad always orders sweet tea with extra lemon... LOTS!!!
I never order the same thing twice.
My Dad comes with his own sound track,
you can follow every ache and pain.
Tell me? Do you know if I hurt? Where?
That is just some of how we are our own souls.
Now, when it comes to beating odds no one should,
could you do it?
I know we could!
My Dad and I have time and time
and time again.
Will you sacrifice what you love for a little time?
We have and we don't look back. What would be the point?
New things await he warrior who gives up
something small for something big.
Like to live.
What could you take? Facing your greatest fear again and again?
My dad does. I'm proud of him for that because
he fears so much.
Me? I do what I must. I will always do what I can,
no, what I must to live.
My dad and me will keep on keeping on...
I hope you all will too. Like every warrior should.
(sorry so rough-first thing written since my surgery poetry style and I'm not at my best...I'll work on it I promise)
