Poetry

Yesterday I held you close,

and watched while you were sleeping,
Looking toward our future,
and the dreams that you were keeping.

Today I hold your pictures,

you've both changed so through the years,
it's hard to see what thoughts you have,
through these many useless tears.

Five and eight when I saw you last

I am a stranger to you now,
fighting to be in your lives,
and give me a chance somehow.

I can't tell you why I had to leave,

I'm not suppose to place the blame,
why I've been locked out of your lives,
as only a payment and a name.

Now I have to play a grown-up game,

where the odds are hard to beat,
but I will soon be seeing you again-
This Dad won't accept Defeat!