I Love to Write

Dad's house

Let's go back
to where it all began
Back to when you two
still held hands
Under the quaker tree
opposite the stream

You two are sitting together,
dad mom's on your knees
How honest and youthful
you two seemed
days in the 70s
must have been a different scene

What is it about growing old
that makes love a little harder to hold
Is it because mom got fat, or that, you know
we kids never did carry around halo's

But rather played Halo obnoxiously
On your big screen TV
And though you went to college
and I've always been amazed
by your mind
You turned truck driver
Working 5 to nine

With mom by your side
& god in your heart
How could all of us
fall so far apart
It is hard I know -
I've always been told
that I am hard to reach
short yes on speach

But I want to be there
I want you to see
That life is happening
outside of "Fox" on Cable TV.
I know I have my own flaws
Writing my feelings on this here app

(what kind of grown man does that?)

And yes this rhyme scheme
is killing me too
But dad this is the only way
I know how to talk to you

Dad, in all seriousness, I love you.
And maybe some day
I will show you this
But no I don't or won't expect a kiss