Perfect and complete
It will be up
And it will be down. Most times to
Difficult to tell which. My dad
Told me, "your life isn't going to
Be a straight
Line."
So my question is what will it be? If it's not a line
It must be a wave.
Toppling and crashing
Peaking and falling.
In a way that
Is beautiful and terrifying.
I will never forget times of sadness and
Joy.
Sitting on my back next
To my dad looking into his eyes and tossing the ball.
Ever rotating upward
And falling back down.
He lay there with me and I with him
Back and forth
Hours at a time
Until we both heard the silent call
To shut our eyes and sleep.
He next to me, and I next to him
These same eyes I have looked
Petrified
Of addmitting
Defeat
To them
To admit
shortcoming
To them.
The same eyes I have seen passion And love Achievement And success. Because, in those eyes I have seen who I want to be and how I want to see.
My wave will come, it is
Up to me how I will ride it.
