My Papa

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. (:-) I remember still)
It seems like only yesterday,
You wiped away my tears, (When I missed the championship in 88')
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. (How I love you in those glasses Pa)
Oh, do I thirst for years gone by,
To be that growing girl,
Re-living all of the memories,
Of growing with my dad.

Popsy, Pa, Dad - God Bless You. Amen. Cheers to your entering SMART SEVENTY, today.


Love you Pa and miss the times I have spent with you...most of them being the playful times...stadium, tennis court, short sprint tracks...the first pair of spikes you got for me...how passionate I was about them...