The cats are raising hell again,
knocking things down
that I have to pick-up.
Especially being late in reaction
to their meowing for their sup,
or if I show not enough affection.
Not very much difference
between my kids and they;
the facts are they're about the same.
Except the kids always were fed,
although my actions
were always to blame,
especially when work demanded attention.
You know! I should really know this
not having my real father about...
My Grandparents did their best,
however I don't remember receiving a kiss.
Being a Dad was learning from mistakes
hopefully I did my best: more give than takes?
One day I'll finally understand,
and be respected as the Dad I am.
Until then I'll move through life,
hoping I didn't destroy their sacrifice.
So many changes I have seen about me.
The love I missed, maybe it'll come to be.
Mitakuye Oyasin! Aho!