Memories of my Father are meek at best
Going with my mom meeting on the roadside
To be picked up after sundown
Falling asleep to sounds of a diesel truck
Shuttled back and forth for weekend visits
Sharing with siblings who are spiteful and mean
A stepmother resenting you for looking like her
These memories, blurry now no clear faces to see

He wasn't the one there
When you graduated High School
Nor was he around for the times
You made bad decisions acting like a fool
To me Father means, he created you
Your Physical features and ailments
Are what you Father gives you

Then there is my DAD
I met my DAD when I was 13
He was twice my age then
And he had never had children
He did his best & I was no help
My upbringing like many others was
You do not get divorced - Period
And as I sit here and ponder
Who was there, and who was not?
There is only one face I see

I see my DAD not my Father
That's why it's DAD'S DAY to me
HAPPY DAD'S DAY, GUY

Copyright: 23 June 2007

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