He came screaming and crying into the room,
he was loud
he was here
he was out of the womb
No weapon formed against him shall prosper he said
as he leaned over and kissed his son’s head
the moments would come and go
faster than he ever imagined
rites of passage, growing pains were here
and he held his hand
he helped him become a man
graduations and tears, children of his own
he never left him alone
no moment of shame
commitment and his name
he taught him well
off into the world
he has a baby girl
she yells his name “Daddy”
ready for the world
my protector
my shield
my dark days filled
to the heavens with my prayers
that he will always be there
as I sit and reminisce
over my very first love
my thoughts are with you daddy
and blessings from up above.
-J.C. Brooks
