Father, Son
a bond too often not nurtured —
such is not our story —
our story is strong as steel
our story is forged by love
when your son (me) thinks of father (you),
he thinks of a concerned friend,
an honest opinion,
a light beacon in the cold dark,
a teacher of obscure knowledge
he thinks of shared traits,
a deoxyribonucleic connection
of eyes, lips, feet, shyness, smarts
and lessons from monkey see monkey do
in honesty, kindness, resourcefulness, humor, discipline
he thinks of no missed birthdays,
never abandoning a wife and mother,
being the one to investigate scary night noises
he thinks of childhood back rubs just because,
strength in vulnerable sincerity,
heritage meals in cast iron pots,
sweet treats after the white coat comes off,
a fishing trip with seaweed catches,
wiffle ball games in the front yard,
instances of parental spoiling of child,
pulled hair above the ear —
and that’s okay because
it was a tough love reminder
to be mindful of what’s right
he thinks of accordion hums and green thumbs,
a number one fan at little league games
and life in general, for that matter,
supplier of anything you’ll ever need or not,
sun and sweat stained baseball caps,
learning how to pedal at the fair grounds
he thinks of looking in a mirror,
aspiring to inherit all the strong suits,
grateful for being cut from the same cloth,
beaming with pride to call you, simply, Dad
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