My dad

When I was just a tiny kid, 

Do you remember when, 

The time you kissed my bruises, 

Or cleaned by soiled chin? 

You scrambled for the balls I hit, 

(Short-winded more than not,) 

Yet, every time we'd play a game, 

You praised the "outs" I caught. 

It seems like only yesterday, 

You wiped away my tears, 

And late at night I called your name, 

To chase away my fears. 

Though time has changed your handsome grip, 

Your hair is snowy white, 

You gait's a little slower now, 

Thick glasses help your sight. 

Oh, do I thirst for years gone by, 

To be that growing lad, 

Re-living all of the memories, 

Of growing with my dad. 

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