My Dad

My dad's dreams were all

In black and white .

Dad's feelings always came up

Because he could not hide them

From the ones he loved  .

He could read my mind  .

He could make me cry

By just looking at me ,

Because I knew inside me

I did something wrong  in his eyes .

When I smiled and truly laughed ,

My dad was the happiest .

When I gave my dad a back rub

At night ,

He felt no pain .

My dad's vulnerabilities

Made him the strongest

And yet the softest man I ever knew

And I love him so .

                                 By Brock