A Poem for My Dad
written by: Benjamin J. Sams
Of all the times you comfort me,
Of all the times you care,
Of all the times we ride together,
All the time we share,
Of all the times you’ve been there
When I needed you the most,
Of all the times, forays untold,
I thought that I was toast,
Of all the simple pleasures found,
The game, the food, the Band,
Of all the times, though distant,
We were walking hand in hand.
Of all the times I know that,
You were here, no matter what.
Of all the times built out of discord,
Ties were never cut.
For all these times some words are cheap,
But still I feel we’ve won,
For some ring true,
“I love you” and “I’m proud to be your son”.
Benjamin J. Sams is a Canadian screen and stage writer, poet, and makes most of his living writing web content for companies that positively impact the human world and the planet. His hope is that through his work he will reach the deeper parts of people, igniting a sense of responsibility to and benevolent guardianship over the planet we live on. Ben's work touches on art, ethics, interdependence with others, ultimate truths, compassion and connectivity to the natural world, and he's just getting started. Keep an eye out for more from Ben in the future.
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