Father of the Year

He couldn’t let go of the bottle

Until he was too sick to lift his arm.

He couldn’t keep his word for long.

A broken father,

A cheater,

A liar,

A drinker,

A gambler,

And broke.

He’s bipolar,

Rarely sober,

And thinks life’s a joke.

He’s full of himself

And he fills prostitutes.

Unreliable,

Never shows up,

Too busy getting high as a kite.

But like a siren

He’ll draw you in

With a story tragic

And filled with sin.

Abused by his father,

A dying mother,

And many step others.

He ran off to the army

And found music,

His one true love.

Got married,

Got her pregnant,

Not his wife,

No his lover,

My mother.

Got divorced.

Got married,

Had two kids

And a relapse.

Got divorced.

A construction worker,

A golfer,

A singer in a band.

Plays guitar,

And could quote any movie off hand.

He’ll make you laugh

And he’ll make you cry,

Doesn’t scream,

And you’ll always wonder why…

It still hurts when he talks,

Yeah it cuts like a knife.

His smile is soft but his bite,

Well it bites.

He made many mistakes,

Like his third wife.

When he died she kept his ashes

And held a funeral noone wanted.

He missed every recital,

Award,

And spelling bee.

But then he took me skating,

We went sledding,

And we watched christmas lights.

He made pizza and eggs

With way too much spice.

He danced like a weirdo

And watched every movie at least twice.

He’d burst into song at the drop of a hat.

Loved to embarrass his kids

Like any old dad.

He was never perfect

But “I love you” made it worth it.