Dad's Presence (poem)

               Dad’s Presence
"Watch this dad"
  I thought out loud
   almost loud enough for my own ears to hear
"There dad
beneath that branch"
   another subtle rise appear
I strip off line
estimate distance
   for I didn’t want to come up short
I wanted to again
impress my dad
   he never did share my sport
Sure he taught me
and coached me ball
   i have trophies on the wall
We vacationed lots
cities and beaches
   hotels we stayed in all
But the wilderness
is what I longed
   hunting, fishing and camp
My dad didn’t
share this interest
   i learned this from my gramp
Don’t get me wrong
for I loved him
   yes, loved him all the same
Though he never saw my shot
kill a deer
   i shared with him my game
My dad
was busy working
   his time was shared by five
I, well i
was the different one
   still I never felt deprived
Back in ‘03’
the grace of God
   finally touched his feeble lip
Since that time
he’s shared my passion
   for he’s now with me on every trip

            
                                      ~jerry

Good piece of reading, looking forward to more of this in the Winter!

Excellent post Doubletaper.
 
There was a fellow who posted on his father's passing in Sept and how he missed fishing with him. I ended up going fishing with my dad(69 now) twice specifically since I saw that post. It was a heartwarming post and just exuded the love of his father and the times he spent with him since he was a child. My dad said multiple times in both of those trips how good it was and the memories it brought back taking his boys fishing as little tykes. We got only a couple fish on each trip, but that didn't matter to him at all. Time well spent and memories never forgotten.