Remembering Father

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