As soft winds sweep away the days. We look back on life through a haze. Remember playgrounds, parks and friends, In childlike gaze that never ends. The laughter in a game of catch, Shall memory ever attach... To innocence in youthful eyes, Catching the ball to Dad's surprise. I recall my first bike, first wreck, Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?" Convinced me to give one more try, While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry. Just the joy knowing he was there, Making him proud my only care. There was nothing I couldn't do, My heart held fast that to be true. Though teenage years are kind of rough, I never was too big or tough. You taught me to defend what's right, And never back down from a fight. So I learned the hard way to stand, Still, with each lump, I found your hand. Drawing from you an inner strength, And stubborn pride of equal length. But there the line of fate was drawn, As though I blinked and you were gone. I found myself facing the sun, Not man, not boy, fatherless, one. Eyes blinded by a void inside, I could not live that you had died. Alas finding it to be true, I could do nothing without you. Please, Dad, today just hear our call, I'm sorry that we dropped the ball. Our lives are wrecked, Our knees are skinned, Our emotions undisciplined. We can't get up although we try, Please don't be upset if we cry. Though we can't fight what we can't see, Please, Dad, say you're still proud of we.

We love you daddy, yesterday, today and forever. You will be with us in our hearts always................ Tommy boy and Serena (binker)

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