Yesterday I told my daughter that I had never written a poem about you and it is easy to see why – what justice could a poem do for the countless hours you have showed up and loved me.

My words fall short of the days you have stood by me, the days you guided me before I could walk on my own, and the days my legs failed me despite the lessons you taught me so diligently.

Despite my poor prognosis, I will still try because that is yet another thing you have taught me – that I can do what I put my mind, heart, and soul to because it is just a matter of effort and overcoming obstacles.

One generation

At a time growing stronger

Your wish brought to life

Haiku’s are hard and this is me, Amanda Marie, writing a corny post with love for my father.