He
would go off to his work, leaving Mom and us alone
When
we got too much to handle… she’d say wait till Dad gets home
Then
I turned around… here comes Dad
right through the door
I
heard the snapping of his belt as I cowered on the floor
I’d
always ask him as a kid, to let me drive the car
Dad
put me on his lap, let me steer… but not too far
Then
I turned around… and I was driving all alone
The
little kid from Daddy’s lap was now almost full grown
I
liked to go down to the lab while he did his PhD research
We
often spoke about the world and Science vs. Church
Then
I turned around… and this so scientific type of man
Tells
me there must be a greater power… to have come up with such a plan
I
used to like the stories and the war tales that he’d tell
He’d
detail different battles… but always end with, war is hell!
Then
I turned around… and found him hurting deep inside
He
carried the hell of war for years, but the pain he’d always hide
He
found peace with all his brothers, Purple Hearters from World War II
Combat
wounded veterans sharing all the hell that they went through
Then
I turned around… I saw my Dad as not just one of the guys
I
saw a man who’d faced it all and… Hero’s tears were in his eyes
He
fought a long hard battle against the enemy of time