Thursday, November 5, 2015

For my father

My father was the teen 
who just wanted out
Who just wanted to be done
With his family

The child who saved up his quarters 
For arcade games and soda

He was the father
Who loved his family 
His kids
His wife 
His life

And even though
He couldnt manage to keep it or himself  together
He never let go
And he never let anything 
come between him
And his family

And I will never forget 
That to him
Family was always more
And no matter what 
No matter how stupid we were
Or what choices we make 
we would always be family
And that is more
More than any girlfriend 
Any party
And any work friends 
He could ever have 

And he will always 
Be the dad who taught me to play baseball
Who took me to every game
Who bought me soda And candy 
And basically any book
Or sport equipment
I ever wanted

And the truth is I suck at sports
But I will always love them
Until the day I die
I will love them
I will be humming the tune
Take me out to the ball game
Until the day I die
Because he did 
And he bought me hot dogs
And taught me how to spit seeds
And how to be tough 
And how to throw a ball
Catch a ball 
Hit a ball
Dribble a ball
And how to be competitive

He taught me that I could do anything
my brothers could do
And I proved it 
By being the best at every sport
And by being the first child 
to start on mission papers

And even though he doesn't believe what I do
He 100 percent supports me 
and my brothers 
On going on a mission
And he supports me dating a missionary 
And working for said missionary's family
And he just wants me to be happy
And to never give up
Because he knows he taught me 
to be competitive 
for a reason