Benjamin Silver

Dear Dad

I’m sorry that it is such a cruel fate
That every bond you form
Is bound to break.

It started with a bike.
I was so clumsy
Like a baby bird learning to fly.

But I practiced and grew older
All the while, hoping to be like you.
And eventually… I was better.

Then you gave me a glove and ball.
I couldn’t catch the ball
And it never went straight.

But everyday I played,
With you or with a friend.
And soon enough… I was better.

Finally you gave me skis, and pushed me gently down a hill
I cried and complained
And kept you away from your fun.

But still you brought me out
And I became braver and faster
And now… You hold me back.

I love you and your teachings
And I am grateful for your help.
And I will never forget all that you have done for me.

And although we still play together
It has lost its wonder,
And we slowly drift apart.

I’m sorry that it is such a cruel fate
That every bond you form
Is bound to break




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