My Dad And I

I have written four children's books

in my lifetime.

But my father doesn't know.

He died in 2006,

I didn't know he was about to go.

He loved me unconditionally,

that I cherish for life.

He said he would walk the aisle with me

when I married my only wife.

He taught me things he knew I would need in age

He taught me how to handle myself when I felt the rage.

I didn't know how important he was until he wasn't there.

I never really had the chance to show him that I cared.

Now that I'm older all I hear is

"Girl, you look just like your dad."

It bothers me a lot at first, but now I'm sorta glad.

So, I love you dad, and miss you,

thanks for letting me rise.

I will make sure I dedicate to you,

my first Nobel Peace Prize.