Daddy

by Rjwillis

January 12, 2014

He has always been the invincible

Ever fixing what you cannot foresee

He is nothing mighty or biblical

But is the someone to help complete me

The daily heavy lifting and long days

With the use of his imagination

The loud and joyous laughs that he portrays

He is a wandering vain creation

But the deeply etched lines upon his face

And the rough thickness of his callused hands

His inferior breathing and slowed pace

And how he has aches and pains when he stands

He used to always walk invincibly

Now he steps in tune with mortality

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Rjwillis

I go to an arts magnet school in Nashville, Tennessee, where I focus on visual arts. I am a health nut and constantly looking for the latest health journals and exercise related news. I was raised around my fathers business of selling plants and raising livestock, while having an English teacher as a mother. I volunteer every opportunity I am able, though in the past few year I've had to cut back because I needed extra time to study for the advance placement classes I've been taking. I am a member of Steve's Club Nashville, a nonprofit branch of CrossFit for teens, where I hope to get my level one certification soon. I always try to be happy in any surrounding because I know I am blessed to be there when other haven't been as lucky. I want to make a difference in the world, though I have no clue yet of how that will happen. I'd be happy being like the story of the starfish, where I make a difference just to a few.

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