Poem: For You, Daddy

For You, Daddy

One day you finally realize you’re no longer 11

and he is no longer 45, but rather 49 and 86.

And you will not always have him to correct your grammar,

fuss over how you boil spaghetti, or tell you not to spend

your money on all those hats, even though you’re an adult.

And you will not always have him to call every morning

just to hear him yawn and to tell you he’s already out of bed

even though he’s not.

But you will continue to call his number when someone else’s voice

answers the phone, and you won’t say a word.

You will be that ghost.

By: Patty Cole     

4/15/15