Their Rock

Their rock I’m supposed to be their rock To always protect them, everyday To be the father type of rock To make sure they’re ok On the days I first met them I fell in love with each one of them I told them to never have a worry But they grew up in such a hurry They’ve cried many times as they grew I was always there to help them feel good I dried their eyes more than a time or two I was Superman to them; I did what I could I taught them what I think a father should teach I didn’t always have it right. Sometimes the right choices were out of reach I just tried to be their light. They became what I wish I had been They became strong and it is showing I see myself in them now and again Even as my life is steadily slowing as I age, I want the best for them My blood started to rust years ago I know I can’t forever protect them Soon they’ll learn to grow alone. Throughout the years, this lesson they teach me Is more important than any I could teach them To raise them to where they don’t need me All the while, increasingly, I’ll be needing them Their youth reminds me everyday That my days number more behind me one day, I too, will go away And leave them behind, sadly As my life goes It’ll break free from these living chains And as my life goes My blood will cease -to course through these veins I’ll still see them throughout the years I’ll still be there when they’re crying I don’t know how I’ll fix their tears -and when I see this, again, I’ll be dying The feeling of being so powerless When the ones you love need you most My sand already fell through the hourglass What remains of me will be just a ghost So I pray that I do a good job Showing them how to be strong Showing them everything I think I know God I hope that I’m not wrong.