My Dad
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Life is made of changes, as years march quickly past,

Some friendships are quite fleeting, others made to last.

But, of those that last forevermore, there really is just one,

The lasting bond between the two, a father and his son.
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They start out when a babe in arms, is presented to his Dad,

The newborn son, his pride and joy, the feelings that he had.

As the son grows older, and the toddler starts to walk,

"Dad" the first word spoken, when he learns to talk.
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Great pals, are the two of them, as the son now gets his start,

Pitching baseballs, flying kites, or taking things apart.

He wears his Daddy's jacket, stands proudly in his shoes,

But knows it will be many years, until he's paid his dues.
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The teenage years are difficult, a stubborn streak in each,

Rarely seeing eye to eye, no agreements can they reach.

This will pass, as each stage does, they start to turn the page,

Their relationship grows stronger, as each gets on in age.
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The bonding done, in early life, begins to reappear,

Son now understanding, what his father had to fear.

He knows too of the love for him, his Daddy has inside,

Although, it stays unspoken, it is difficult to hide.
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While passing days, turn into weeks, then months and on to years,

The father's son, now has a son, and the cloudiness now clears.

Of what his Dad experienced, when the son was just a lad,

The hopes and worries held inside, and all the love he had.
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Now we've come full cycle, daddy bonds with son,

The son now close to father, as time keeps marching on.

The words may go unspoken, as you know they sometimes do,

I know the feeling is inside, so remember, I Love You.
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T.J. Gowdyk 93-06-24 (105)
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Dedicated to my Father: Frank Gowdyk