My Rock has Gone
My Dad was a strong man. Supportive and practical. Willing to help out when needed.
I looked on him as a rock. Solid. Always there. Solid underfoot.
And now he is gone.
I grew up with this strong man and now I am grown.
I do not have his presence to rely on.
Yet knowing him has taught me how to be strong. How to look after myself.
I am strong and will carry the strength he taught me as I go on.