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Father


For some, they consider their father to be a hero,

But I wouldn't know.

Others, their father is their role model,

But I wouldn't know.

He is a stranger to me

As I am a stranger to him.

It's not that I never knew him

I was just never around him.

He was the guy that'd pick me up in the summer,

But only for a month and when I was little.

Would take me trucking with him

Would take me fishing for a weekend every year

But ii didn't know him

Years went by

Chistmas' came and went-

but only every few were spent with him.

I looked forward to those.. 

Now I'm the only sibling living with my father,

And though I'm seventeen, 

I'm only just figuring out

Just who my father really is.

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