Poetry - expression from the heart. Although many are LGBT themed, the poetry and musings found here are not contained to any one lifestyle, as feelings have no prejudice. As long as you have an open mind and a willing heart you certainly do belong.
I Looked For You
I looked for you…I always look for you. With each catch, each throw, each play, I look into the crowd trying to catch your gaze. I know you won’t be there but I look anyways hoping to see your face hidden amongst the other supporters. You used to be there every time as it was our thing even when we didn’t have many. Now that we have so few I still believe this is our sport, our thing, our connection to a heartbeat that we so rarely share. I stand on the field scanning, imagining the look of pride I will see when I meet your eyes and even when you’re not there, I still pretend. I imagine that you’re watching from a place I can’t see…cheering with a clap I can’t hear. I remember the smile you’d have when the ball would land in my glove, the spark of pride with each great play…the memories always make me play harder.
I feel like I’m sixteen again, waiting for you to arrive. You were my teacher, my manager, my coach, and one of my biggest fans. You were my hero and my supporter. I still picture you…ball cap, blue jeans, t-shirt…smiling at me from the sidelines. I still hear the whispered pride as you brag about ‘your little girl’. I still feel the strong arm as it rests on my shoulders, congratulating me on a job well done. I’m an adult, yet I still long for your support, I still ache for your presence, and I’m still disappointed when I don’t see you in the crowd.
Maybe next game when I look for you, as I always do, you’ll be there. You are, after all, my dad and this is, after all, our thing.
Copyright © 2008 - Heather Cacciatori
