• Dad,

    Don’t you know the risk?
    Don’t you know the danger?
    Then why do you brush it off—
    joke around—
    act like it’s nothing?
    I don’t know,
    but I can’t.

    Because people are dying—
    getting hurt
    and you tell me,
    “No need to worry”?
    You must not pay attention,
    because it does happen to real people.
    It's not just random guys.

    And you really have missed a lot,
    Dad,
    because I feel best when
    I worry.

    I miss you.
    I love you.
    So please listen
    when I voice
    my concerns.

    Daddy, I know you’re not
    reckless.
    I know you’ll be okay.
    But please look at me when I tell you,
    I don’t want you to be one more
    statistic.


    I want my hero—
    my brave,
    ol’ dad—
    to come home
    to me safely...
    not as a number on peice of paper.