By the sea
Dear Chris, please be patient with me,
for now I have a slower pace.
The last three years have been unkind.
The evidence shows on my face.
Last year was very frightening.
I saw the private tears you wept
and felt the tremble in your voice.
I said Iíd live, my promise kept.
Another promise, I canít make,
about what the future may hold.
I miss the forests, mountain streams,
us getting soaked while panning gold.
I miss foot races that we ran
and how Iíd cheat and let you win.
Dads do that for their little ones.
Much happier were our times then.
Though shadow of my former self,
your daddy is still here for you,
to help you grow into a man.
There are still fun things we can do.
I love you, Chris, so very much.
Iíll be the best dad I can be.
I mourn the loss of what we had,
but life comes with no guarantee.