My Dad....(My father's been gone for just over 8 years now and I still remember, as if yesterday, the semi-nightly phone calls I'd do just to talk about silly and stupid things. Last night, unable to sleep I threw together this gesture of remembrance)

Looking down with eyes so blue
Seeing a son of his blood true
He silently wept a single tear
Quietly into the night he would disappear
Year went by without any word
His adventures, though, I often heard
One day I joined him to live my life
To share his joy and relive his strife
I recalled the famous people he knew
I'd wonder often it it was true
I recall stories of his acts of valor
I pondered if they were just talks in a parlor
Then came the day he left me alone
I stood overlooking his burial stone
Were the stories true, of just mere fiction
The unanswered questions created a friction
Then a package came from far away
With letters, medals and a brief essay
The people of fame were in the letters and pictures
All true, all real, it was quite the mixture
The essay told of his heroic actions
Saving lives and stopping enemy factions
Medals of valor, citations of praise
In remembrance of his younger days
Today I stand in his shadow so tall
Abandoned, alone and feeling quite small
My father is gone, his stories all told
Will I do the same, will I be so bold?
Will the legacy follow for my son to bear?
Or will we both just dissapear?
I hope I'm remembered fondly some day
Leaving behind something noble to say

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