Walking beside my father
with a sense of pride,
though I never showed it.
He wore a cape
could fly through the air
and stop trains
I always felt poroud
when I walked by his side
2
Playing football or competing
from boxing to baseball
Win or lose
I could see
the pride in his eyes
as he stood on the sidlinges
silent but there none the less.
3
Then the change
as views collided.
He understood
I wanted to go
my own way.
By then the cape had vanished
but never completely.
4
Now with my own life
My own mistakes
and my own dreams
I meet him eye to eye
He says vey little
But I can tell
He is proud
and that has always
meant a lot.
5
The hallowed pride
of two men talking
face to face.
My father and I
In a list
Comments
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The numbers don't really make sense to me. I know they represent growing up and the changes that happen but I think it would make more sense if they represented your age at the time of the event. Just my opinion though. Nice poem and so true. Just a couple typos, in line 7 "poroud" proud and line 14 "sidlinges" sidelines. Good job and nice story
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