Fathers Day Poem by Phil Soar

As Fathers Day approaches, I recall my childhood days
Of paper planes and football games, and superstitious ways
Of miles of golden beaches, where holidays were spent,
And of the many many times I heard my dad called a true gent.

As father day approaches, I recall my years at school
Unable quite to comprehend, why I was thought a fool,
The times I pledged my ignorance and not heeded his quotes
And how I would have pleased him, had I just read all his notes.

As Fathers day approaches, I recall my early teens
How I floated of to la-la land, perpetually in dreams,
On how dad's disappointment didn't matter at the time
And how he must have thought my ignorance was such a crime.

As Fathers day approaches, I recall those tears we wept
When he was gone too early, and how I never slept,
How I tried to piece together, why his time was oh so short
For God to call him to his side, must have been a last resort.

So as Fathers day approaches, and my thoughts turn to this man
My own attempts at fatherhood, have somehow gone to plan,
He'd taught me all he knew he could, did not think I had listened
My life has turned out as he'd hoped, just one thing now is missing.