I dreamt a
Dream of a
Past lover glee
And good times
Like looking at
Yellowed photographs when
I realized that
People only take
Pictures of happiness
I dreamt a
Dream of a
Past lover glee
And good times
Like looking at
Yellowed photographs when
I realized that
People only take
Pictures of happiness
Fathers and Daddies
Men that teach
Guide and groom
Boys to men
One day a
Special day recognizes
Those things passed
Down like a
Baton in life’s
Relay race sometime
Dropped yet always
Finished remember those
That made you
You
Happy Father/Daddy day
Far away you
Are on a
Quest slaying the
Dragons of stress
Relaxing near water
Like sunning sea
Lions marooned with
Sweating umbrella drinks
Reclining you forget
Until my face
Appears like an
Apparition in an
Ice cube reminding
You that you
Belong here with
Me
I sometimes stutter
And stammer while
Writing the words
Ice up causing
Thoughts to cake
Like a pileup
The fresh thought
Rolls down this
Page knocking them
Down like balls
On a lane
In checkers you’re
One of two
Things you move
The same whichever
One you are
In chess you’re
One of one
Thing you move
The same depending
What you are
When did we
Switch games making
Labeling me one
Thing and restricting
My movement rather
Than being free
To be me