God knows there were days growing up that I coudn'tstand the sight of your face,the sound of your voice, or the way you made me feel like a little boy everytime you walked in the room.Do you remember how many times you showed up toMy recital, or practice or game?I swear the only thing I think I learnedgrowing up was how muchmoney really meant.
The fellas on the block were the first to hear bout my "first time".The first time I went to jail;the first time shit got real hard,my "family" held me up.Could never say to you what a miserable little fuck I thought you were.Funny though how time changes things.When my little one was breedingI realized that everything I hatedwas the only way I would make it through this next stage;that all the years of school never prepared me for.Ain't that some shit?
If you don't mind I did change a couple of things though.Whenever I feel down, I call them instead of the bank.When things are going well, I share.Whenevr, wherever I canI show up,never mind how silly ballet practice seems.And still yet,what do I have to complain about?You came home every night,even if we didn't see you.I still own stuff you bought when I hated you.The Man I am todayThe good Man I am today,would never be if it wasn't for you.The good Father I try to be...
With all the fuss this world makesabout Mother's Day,I follow your example and stay cool asthe breeze that blows through thebeachside that raised you, that I would never see until I was a grown Man.I follow your example andsay "Thank You" on the phoneall the while making sure that there isanother day like this next year for "them ".
If I were a tree,you be the root.If I were a river you would be the first drop.If I were a Star,you would be the Sun.You are my beginning,I pray there is no end.Thanks Dad.For Everything.
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