Where Were You

I Found this in the drafts while refreshing my mind on my own blog. Guess I forgot all about it.

It’s been a long time since I’ve even thought about clicking my way here. After reading some of my old stuff I think I might have to start coming back more often.

I was twelve years old when I hit that door.

Kicking and screaming for someone I didn’t even know.

Lying in my mother’s bed watching TV.

“Why does it seem like everybody’s dying?”

Where were you?

Memories only from a week’s time.

I never really got to know you.

Just tall enough to see, I cried myself sick, mother sent me home.

Don’t worry my sisters there to hold me.

Where were you?

I spent my life pretending to be ok, I even fooled myself.

In and out of trouble angry at the world.

I cursed the one who has kept me safe and out of harm’s way.

Used his name in vain yet still he loves me.

Where were you?

The neighbor showed me how to catch.

Learned to shoot a basketball in school.

Tried to play baseball twice, got hit with the ball I was scared.

I cried.

Where were you?

The pitcher’s FATHER was the coach, my mom watched me play.

Where were you?

I tried to be a boy scout, it didn’t last that long.

I was the only one without a wooden car for the track.

I felt so out of place, but I couldn’t  blame my mom.

Where were you?

Life was hard felt like I couldn’t take it just knew I wouldn’t make it.

I didn’t leave my family behind.

Joined the corps I’m all grown up now got a family of my own.

Your granddaughter’s name Amelia, daughter in-law Sheri.

The wedding was beautiful.

Where were you?

I hear you were in the Army.

I’m fighting in my second war.

I came close to dying the other day.

Dad, where are you?

11/21/10