Me And My Dad Poem by Thomas DuBois

My dad and me sitting on a bank
Sitting on a bank trying to do some fishing
A dad and son trying to do some bonding
What I wish could be so friendly
I never knew my dad, never knew his plans
Not sure of my own track of mind
How I wish, we could be such more
How I wish we could more close
Now I know I could never be with him
Killed so early, never had a chance to know him
He was laid to rest the day I was born
That august day a sad remorse
Now I sit pondering remetion
What I don’t know now
How It could harm premetion
My future plans so grey and dark
What I could do then, depends on now
I want to please him though he gone and forgotten
I wish I knew what he had planed when he had me
Did he think this would happen. Did these things cross
His lonely mind. Some questions never will be forgotten
Some small questions still will be forever unknown. I was his son
His prize position, his one true chance and a salvation.

What happened when
He was gone and forgotten, what happened then I’ll never know. I sure hope that what I do now, will leave him happy
for I know now I’m living for me
I want the best for mine own intentions, I want the best for what I feel is right
I still wander about, what he had thinking, before he left did he think of me
If he had what was his intentions?
Could they have been, the best for me?