dad

AT THE KITCHEN TABLEMom sat across the tableFrom me, and altho I had my head downI knew from sideways glance that hers Was too.We hadn't even buried Dad yetHe'd died just yesterdayMy breakfast fixed for the two of us, inadequate Barely touched, just sorta pushed aroundThe plate for the food wasn't just

My dad was my hero. He was a good man... I always felt taken care of. I have always been a pretty independent person but when he died I felt like who's going to take care of me now? Who's going to worry about me like he worried about me? That was when my mom was still here, and it's true she cared for me and worried about me, but there was something about my dad's strength that I just could not let go of.The truth is, no one will love you like your dad and no one could ever fill his shoes... but there are people who want to love you if you look around.