Nothing Special for Dad…
No special stories for or of my Dad,
To speak of him, now gone, makes me sad,
Wishing we were better friends since a lad,
Instead as it seemed we were always at each other mad…
Passed in eighty-nine,
Those last seven years we made out fine,
Closer we got though fights did still cross the line,
I got to pity him now, as my mom may be with him, she really was a swine…
So on this Dads day I bid him my love,
Though in life neither of us fit like a glove,
If he is spending eternity below or above,
I wish him well and have him know I of him think the world of…
© ed ~ 6/19/05
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