Dad

DAD

Used to have a dad, least that's what we
Called him. Most times
Out of work
Booze and walking steel beams don't mix
A sober moment came, went looking for a job
Said goodbye, and don't ya cry. We didn't.
Waited six months for his return
Not a word.
Mom sold the house, we moved
Grew-up, married fifteen years and
Four kids later, he called.
A familiar raspy voice from some dark past
Asked, How ya doin?
Fine, just fine dad.
Do you remember the good times we had?
No, can't recall. Too long, too sad.
Years later heard he died,

never cried.

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