An Open Letter to My Father
Dear Frank, I want to be frank with you,
I want to be open and honest with what Iím about to say,
Because even though I said goodbye some time ago,
Iím blue because today it ended this way.
I know you had your demons, theyíre hard to let go,
But you fought hard and fell and got up and fell again,
And though you didnít always make the best choices,
After so many long talks, I know there was good in you. †
I know we laughed, we cried and you tried,
But I always loved hearing you talk to your grandchildren,
You were such a loving man when you were there,
Just like I remember when I was ten. †
Dad, Iím sorry Iím mad, I feel sad but mostly bad,
I shouldíve called, I shouldíve picked up the phone,
Because every time we hung up you said ďI love you son, love you sonĒ,
Knowing how you were so alone. †
But Iíd like to think of you in better times, †
All the shenanigans and pranks you used to play,
All the stories uncles and aunts told me about you,
Thatís the Frank Iíll remember till my dying day.
I like imagine that somewhere up there the futbol gods,
Are giving semi old pros like you a chance to realize their dream,
That youíve put on those cleats for old time sake and when you play,
The cheers of a hundred sound like forty thousand scream. †
Iíd like to picture weíre back on the black sand in Ď74,
Hearing the words you said in the photo I wished youíd repeat,
Because somewhere in the memories of me and you,
We are young again with the crashing waves at our feet.
Rest in Peace.
Written by wallyroo92
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