A football score in the 4th quarter

Shared between a father and his son

The time ticking off the clock

Their favorite team had won

Four quarters, sixty minutes

Those touchdowns they did share

On a cool Sunday winter afternoon

With the cool wind in the air

Thirty-three to Twelve

Not a football score

Number of months and days

A love shared, between

A father and his son

Father time,

Why did you take him?

You took him away from me

No time to say goodbye

His time just to short

I would have taken overtime

Just to hear his voice

So when you are together

On a cool Sunday winter afternoon

The cool wind in the air

Whether your team wins or loses

Tell him while he’s there

That you love him

Father time

I have no memories

09/15/58-06/27/61

This poem was written sometime ago at a period when my life was in shambles.(2001/2002)  It had to be renamed because of ultimately getting his date of departure wrong, now being titled correctly. His death has always been troubling for me. Never having children but recently having a grand nephew born on my 50th birthday, it is a reminder of being thankful for what I have. Last Christmas my mother was quick to remind me he was the same age exactly as I was on my 1st Christmas.  My father was in the hospital on my birth, baptism 1st Christmas.  I have no memories as previously said, no pictures at all.

Now I have an opportunity, a grand nephew to fill his heart with love each and every passing year.  To spend time with him on our birthday and anniversary of my dad's death.  As a reminder that time is short..........

09/15/08-06/27/11 he will be the same age as I was

Never shall a day go bye to fill his heart with memories mine just doesn't have.