Category: Daddy

Daddy always told me

“Pull up your bootstraps girl!”

Even though he knew

I walked barefoot through this world.

There’s something about bare feet

When planted firmly on the ground

As you navigate your way

Through what life brings around.

It’s grounding in a way

The peace and clarity you find

That no church has ever offered

And no priest can define.

When walking through the woods

You feel the quiet more than hear

Feeling the cool grass beneath

Your mind and heart begin to clear.

While sitting on the river bank

With wild water up to your knees

This is where you find your strength

And your soul it washes clean.

The trees become your temple

The sky, your cross, where you kneel

Speaking freely to the universe

You find salvation, and you heal.

Daddy knew that those bootstraps

Were only imaginary for me

For some, God made paths

Meant only for bare feet.

I banished every picture

That Daddy had of you

A razor knife silhouette

Remains on just a few.

For your image these days only

Incites anger and bitter hate

We can not stand the sight of you

And for Karma, we all wait.

I built a fire in the yard

To cast you down into

You’re the epitome of evil

God has seen what you do.

I criticize myself

For being blind for so long

We pray you have a painful death

We will all be happy when you’re gone.

I wish that I could witness

The shock upon your face

When Peter quite explicitly

Points out your fall from Grace.

I hope the sins of this mother

Fall on your children too

For they are just as guilty

And just as greedy as you.

I pray your cold heart

Disintegrates like sand

When the Lord removes you from the book

With his very own hand.

And as you go falling

Into the fiery pits of hell

We’ll all be singing hallelujah

And rejoicing as well

Daddy was my confidant

The first to hold my hand

The strong shoulder I leaned upon

My daily a.m.

We planted things together

Stood back to watch them grow

He said I was his sunshine

He’ll always be my HERO,

He gave me a moral compass

Told me to be a guiding light

He taught the definition of integrity

And standing up for what is right.

He gave me my first engraved pen

Leather bound notebooks too

He said it’s just like praying

When you write it out of you.

He held me on his shoulders

So I could see the world

I traveled miles on his boot clad leg

So happy to be his little girl.

When the Parkinson’s came

It was my turn to hold

Those shaking hands

That somehow got old.

It was now my turn

To guide the way

To show him I loved him

Each and every day.

We went on adventures

To his childhood home

We’d sit and I’d listen

About the life he’d known.

Lord thank you for the laughter

That we shared everyday

He called me by name

Till he went away.

I’d sat with him

The day before

Holding tight to his hands

I sat on the floor.

We both dozed off

And I awoke to find

His tear filled eyes

Staring into mine.

He whispered

“Don’t worry, we’ll be alright”

I responded with

“Daddy, I’ll catch you, on the flip side.”

The  very next day

With all gathered round

When his pulse had ceased

And no heartbeat was found.

I held tight to his fists

And kissed his cheek

Then repeated the words

He’d said to me.

“Don’t worry Daddy we’ll be alright”

And at that moment

GOD vanquished his light.

I rejoiced with my Dad

When he was pulled from that room

Whispering “I’ll catch you on the flip side,

I’ll be seeing you soon.”

So my first year without him

This Father’s Day

I recall only the love

And how we’d say

“You are my HERO”

To this little girl

“You are my Sunshine”

You are my world ♥️♥️♥️