Remembering Father Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Remembering Father

Where are you my father...
You have taught me so much
All about many sports
And greatest sport of life

If not for you my father...
Would I have then somehow learned
To catch with glove you bought me
Teaching me about baseball

If not for you my father...
Would I have then somehow learned
To throw a perfect spiral
Teaching me about football

If not for you my father...
Would I have then somehow learned
About early bird and worm
Teaching me about fishing

If not for you my father...
Would I have then somehow learned
About house and canvas painting
Teaching me the practical arts

If not for you my father...
Would I have then somehow learned
To always turn the other cheek
Winning over adversity

If not for you my father...
Would I have then somehow learned
About prevalent prejudice
And existing inequality

II

Today I feel your spirit guiding...
Your eyes...when catching so many curve balls
Your hands...on the spiral of life when down
Your ears...when listening attentively
Your nose...when smelling the worst trouble
Your mouth...when tasting sweet victory
Your heart...when sensing all that is good

Richard Wlodarski (c) 2026