Clearly Misunderstood
Dancing boxer
taking giver
fighting ally
loving enemy.
Muscularly weak
sweetly rough.
Trying quitter
playing spectator.
Joyful screams
happy sobs
scary smiles.
Dad you are an oxymoron.
You’re like curry.
At first you’re nice
with a little bit of kick
then it starts to burn
and you know you’ll never forget it
A short fuse.
A bomb waiting to explode.
Your short temper is your weakness.
Screaming silence.
Once you get past
your threatening Crust
you’re greeted with a warm
smiling Mantle.
One that anyone can love
but not all find the time to dig to it.
I’m lucky
I’ve lived with you for 14 years
I’ve dug all the way down
to the Inner Core.
Every layer better than the last.
Extra ordinary.
I just now realized
why
you are constantly tired.
You support each of the kids
Avi
louder than a lion
Oliver
trouble maker extraordinaire
Baylor
terrible twos
and then me.
You must get exhausted
holding our fragile pride
like 100 lb weights.
Then
on top of that
you have your own life to live
a job
a wife
bills to pay.
Its crazy you still have enough energy
to love everyone of us.
An awake sleeper.
You may have weaknesses
but thats just the Crust.
Compared to the rest of the you
the Crust is just a thin layer
to the rest of the equation.
One of your meaningful smiles
could last a lifetime of warmth.
I hope you lay that tired head of yours down
for a sleep full of sweet dreams.
A dad-like daughter.
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