Bones creak like steps in an old house.
Countless hours working; trying to provide.
A job that caused sleepless nights.
Skin etched with stories of a full life
A beautiful canvas of love, laughter, and grief.
Tales told by scars and wrinkles.
His hair- peppered with wisdom and stress.
Each silver strand- a lesson...a memory.
Memories of skinned knees,
of teaching them to ride their bikes.
Endless lessons and countless hugs
I always knew I was loved.
He was a father;
a hero.
My hero.
I wrote this about my dad. He was my hero and its hard watching your hero fall because of cancer. I miss him all the time.
YOU ARE READING
Final Portfolio
PoetryMy name is Shelby Baughman and this is my final portfolio. A little about myself; I love to read and write but I'm not too good at the writing bit. There are poems of mine that reflect my thoughts and past experiences, and some are random words stru...
