I remember waking to the feet of my daughter kicking me in the chin.

I remember cleaning up that spill again.

The way you looked to me for hope.

and keeping your eyes free of soap.

The questions you would ask of me.

Like I'm some great authority.


The laughter and the tears..

were how I've measured all those years.

To be a Dad is a funny thing..

A Journey not made for the sad weakling.

I hope I've not made you feel I'm gone..

When you are afraid and need someone strong.

You are victems of a stronger force..

A love that's ended and run it's course.

Little lost ones strewn about..

No where to hide and no way out.

I hope in your heart you can forgive me..

Just know I'll always be your Daddy.