I ran from the room, from the memories.
Eyes followed me as
Tears ran freely.
Memories of him laughing,
As I tried to pin him down.
I will always remember
Him laughing, with that
Twinkle in his eyes.
Even if he was yelling
At me, for not doing
Something right.
Him comforting me
When I cried over
His dog that had to be put down.
More memories rush up,
As tears gush down.
Him changing "Stacy's Mom",
changing the lyrics to include
Mom and I.
Taking deep breaths,
Telling my brain
To stop, I force
Myself to go back
In the classroom.
Battling the urge to
Run again, I head
For the front of the
Room, where the
Teacher stands, waiting.
She knows, yet she says
Nothing. All my
Teachers know,
Yet say nothing.
I thank them for it.
Only one other person
Knows and he hasn't
Said anything either.
None of my friends
Know nothing of
My pain.
None know what I am going
Through.
No one knows what it means
To lose their father.
I handed her the pink slip,
a sympathic
Smile plastered on her face.
She looks at it,
Glances at me and
Says the most
Teacherist thing ever.
"Who do I give your homework to?"
I roll my eyes
And nod in the
General vicinity
Of the closest
Companion of mine.
"Him." I say.
Let her work it
Our. Personally,
I would just
Go through who
Lives closest to
Me.
Mentally yelling
At my brain, I head back
For the door.
Halfway there,
I'm stopped
By a hand
Curled around
My own.
Looking up, I
Stare into the
bluish eyes
I have come to
Know so well.
Lifting my hand,
He stares then
"I'll be over after school."
He utters it
Like a command.
I don't even have
A chance to
Reply nay
Or aye.
He rises my
Hand, yet further.
Still staring into
The depths of my soul,
He presses his lips
To the back of my hand.
Releasing my hand,
He smiles.
Not an insecure smile,
But a smile full of promises.
Smiling to myself,
I say "Thank you"
And continue my
Trek to the door.
Amid silence,
I realize that
No matter
What happens,
My father will
Guard me through
Life.
He will look
at me, through
the eyes of
my blue-eyed
angel.