To My Dear Father
My father would pick me up, and hang me upside down, my legs hanging over his shoulders.
He would spin me round and round next to a grand spiral staircase.
I would laugh and cheer for him to go faster.
He would sit me down in his lap and we would watch Naruto late at night while mother slept.
My father is a good man, maybe a little laid back, but a good man none the less.
He has many virtues, and can make even the saddest man smile.
My father is a man who loves nature, who takes me hiking and treats us to ice-cream.
He can be passive, but in his passiveness, he can find happiness.
He is a righteous man, firm and true.
Sometimes I’m tormented by the contrast between my mother, who works her hardest and has nothing,
And my father who sits back, and allows passion to rule him.
Who is right, I wonder?
My father’s smile has always had true happiness,
And I hate the way people speak about him sometimes.
It’s true he hasn’t always been there for his kids, but when he is here, we are happy.
He has disappointed us many times,
But we all disappoint the ones we love at some point.
The thing with time is it gives us the opportunity to make all wrongs right, and face our greatest fears,
It gives us time to take responsibility.
So father, no matter how harsh the words are of those who speak out against you,
To me you have always been a very caring, influential, and loving man,
I will always love you, dad
Happy Father’s Day.
© 2017 Aristotle Wilson