O Captain, My Captain
You began by holding my hand
destroying all my obstacles,
holding me when I couldn't stand.
Though it began with late night scary dreams,
for which you were prepared;
when the challenges got more destructive,
you were never left impaired.
At 16 I experienced a traumatic heartbreak.
Though it wasnt the type a boy could give, it cut deeper.
A loss of a friend, at the hands of teenage imprudence.
As the darkness consumed me, you remained as the peacekeeper.
Mom and Dad, you will never understand how much I love you.
Your wisdom and guidence have helped me grow.
Thank you for everything you've done for me,
you mean more to me than you will ever know.
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