When I was just a tiny kid, Do you remember when, The time you kissed my bruises, Or cleaned by soiled chin?
You scrambled for the balls I hit, (Short-winded more than not,)Yet, every time we'd play a game,You praised the "outs" I caught.
It seems like only yesterday,You wiped away my tears,And late at night I called your name,To chase away my fears.
Though time has changed your handsome grip,Your hair is snowy white,You gait's a little slower now,Thick glasses help your sight.
Oh, do I thirst for years gone by,To be that growing lad,Re-living all of the memories,Of growing with my dad.(by: Anonymous)