Father Figures

I was thinking about this poem that I wrote a while ago
and started looking for it, and found it.

He holds her in his giant arms
For he's the only one that knows
How hard this all is for her,
He wipes the tears beside her nose.
She buries her head into his chest
And lets the tears just flow
While he strokes her hair and
Says to her "There's always a tomorrow."
But today's so long, it will never end
Her hurt will not subside,
But soon he says he loves her
That this life is just a ride.
"This journey is a test" he says
"We must answer questions right
Then join again with Him above...
I'll help you through tonight."
She looks at him with bright red eyes
And cries a little more
But all he does is smile
As holds the one that he adores.
His little girl is growing up
Right before his eyes,
He wonders how long he can still hold her
On the nights when she just cries.
Soon she falls asleep
In his giant comfy arms
He thanks the Lord for little ones
Who ease life's given storms.
He can never get enough though
Of his daughters precious love
And thinks of how much she must be missed
By the one who's up above.
He takes her to her room
Where he rests her on her bed
And covers her with a blanket
And kisses her tiny head.
His heart is full of so much love
He can't hold back his tears
And awaits his daughters future
And the many happy years...

I've Always Wanted A Horse

Smaller than a bread box I came into this world,
I played with rollie-pollies and did what I was told.
My candy intake was monitored, I went to bed at eight,
And even though I knew I'd fall, I begged to learn to skate.
Bill Nye the Science Guy taught me about disease
I'd play outside with all the boys, then put peroxide on my knees.
I tasted summer as I rode my bike around the coldasack
Swam for hours in the ocean, then sprawled out on my back.
I played soccer ever year, my coaches: mom and dad
Those memories were probably the best I've ever had.
I'd antagonize my sister and she'd always beat me up
I never knew exactly when enough was enough.
White water rafting, Colorado, looking at the stars,
Roxie Heather wasn't mine--we shared her--she was ours.
My family broke apart and then tippled in its size
Eventually we laughed and loved--no need to apologize.
High school came around and I only wanted out
I only learned a little of what life was all about.
These past few years have come and gone, I had lots of room to grow
Traveled part of the world and found it's only as big as what I know.
The journey is still on--I want to figure out this mess
And be able to discover exactly what brings happiness.