When I Was Little, I
Believed in Magic
Amanda M., 12th Grade When I was little, I believed in magic I dreamed of becoming a princess And I was inspired by fairy tales, But that all changed all in one day... My dad was using, but I didn’t understand He always swallowed these little poisons he had in his hand. My mom would cry and beg him to stop And that’s when my whole world fell apart. My childhood was broken My beliefs turned to truths The truth about my dad and the drugs that he used My dreams became desires, desires to escape And all my inspirations just went to waste. I thought if I were a princess, my dad would want to stay Maybe if I used some magic, he would be okay Or maybe I would get my fairy tale ending And that could make things better But in the end, I knew my family would never be together. My dad was my hero and my best friend But now I’ve grown to learn that I can’t fix him I’ve grown to believe that people do change And I’m inspired by those who can make it through their pain Now I dream that one day my dad can stay clean And maybe then he can make it up to me. |
My Biggest Pal
Chad O., 12th Grade I believe that I’ll see my dad again That someday we’ll smile and be together I wish this day would arrive and begin So we could laugh and play forever I dream of his arms around me Hugging and never letting go I dream of his warm, embracing love That he received from our God above I dream of his humor that could always brighten my day I dream of his words of wisdom… He always knew what to say I dream of my father when everyone else is a bother I dream of my dad’s singing and the sound of his guitar with that sweet, melodic ringing I dream of my dad’s discipline… He always knew what was best Now, I go through everyday feeling like I’m failing his test I dream that his cancer will be healed I dream that the secret will be revealed I dream, I dream, I dream, and I dream I miss his presence so much I could scream I’m inspired by my dad’s confidence and ability to lead I’m inspired by his work ethic, for this I truly need I’m inspired by his affection for my family and for all He would always try to pick us up when we would again fall I’m inspired by my dad in every single way I hope to be at least half the man he was, someday My father’s name was Al And he was my biggest pal. |