BrooksLooks @ My Father’s Son

My Father’s Son

when you look at me
my father’s son
i hope you see
all he had done

to guide a kid
through his youth
over the years
long past his own
his name and face
passed on and how
his legacy is
his children now

he taught us
how to listen
never wasted
one single word
how to stay calm
in storms that raged
to best the ambiguous
avoid the absurd
in our battles waged
to bear the discomfort
with extra-effort tries
to aim for the hoop,
the goal, the mitt,
the hoop, the cup
and to never, ever
ever give up
the value of sports
he who gives up, dies

for in winning well
other sportsmen
of honor
can always  tell

until i rebelled
at his consistency
and i miss him now
him and me
and i try to be
more like him
strong and wise
quiet, of health
so to this day
he’d be proud of me

when you look at me
my father’s son
i hope you see
all he had done

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