My biological dad wasn't health enough to care for his family properly due to his bipolar disorder and his abusive tendencies. This poem is for my stepfather who has been more than a father figure to me.


A Good Father

Always there when you need him and when you don't.

Golden days of youth behind him, leaving his foolish young self behind.
Old now, like he has been. Grey hairs beginning to appear.
Or maybe the lack of hair that is not appearing...
Doesn't really matter at this point because he's smiling a sweet smile at me.

Faster than the blink of an eye, he can no longer lift me off the ground and into his arms.
After all, I have grown up, but he is still Dad.
Today I celebrate the man who loves my mother, but didn't have to love me.
Hearing his laugh is like wheezing Fraggles.
Even after all these years, I have no harsh word to say towards him.
Really, Dad. Happy Father's day.



Poetry by Sarah Parnes
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Written on 2015-06-22 at 06:56

Tags Dad  Father  Love 

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Ivan R
" Today I celebrate the man who loves my mother, but didn't have to love me. "

The essence of this poem, and what a wonderful delight
he did love her and you and him and all
2015-07-10


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. Stepfathers and mothers are parents because they want to be and not because they have to. That is something to cherish.
2015-06-24