You Were There

You were there when I was an infant,
I imagine you throwing me in the air,
Knowing that from here, change was the only constant,
As you taught me what was right and what was fair.

You were there I was a five year old,
There’s an image of you riding a cycle,
To our little shop down the road,
As you taught me to count my first money bill.

You were there when I was 10,
When I first went out to play on my own,
I remember the day you bought me my first pen,
And praised me on the first seed I had sown.

You were there when I became a teen,
We asked you to stop riding that cycle for a change,
And I got irritated when you asked me to keep my room clean,
Suddenly, you seemed to be a person who was very stange.

You were there when I finally was taller than you,
And you got me my first cell,
And I asked you why you didn’t have one too,
He said I didn’t know him too well.

You were there when you bought our home’s first bike,
But you would never ride it, you still stuck to your cycle,
I would think at times, maybe he’s psych,
But I hoped someday still.

You were there when you bought me a bike,
And I was still wondering you wouldn’t ride!
Is it because you didn’t like,
Or maybe age wasn’t by your side.

I stand now, as your son,
As I thought over your choices,
And I understand why these sacrifices were done,
Only to see a smile on your children’s faces.

I thank you, for your tireless effort,
And apologize for not understanding earlier,
And wonder how you did never assert,
I know better as I’m your father.