Best Love of All

He was a sad boy, a mad boy. Glad was not in his repertoire. His mother left when he was a pup. He never knew her. His father was evil personified. Never a kind word or deed came from that man. Tongue lashings were not the only lashings the boy received. He knew the sting of the belt. His grandparents attempted to know him But his father kept them back. Wanting him to be sad, lonely and afraid. Angry because he resembled his mother. His mother had been a delicate dainty pretty woman. She had a light in her that his father had reveled beating out of her. I know how to raise my boy he used to say to butt-in-ski social workers. People backed off; he had a reputation for possibly murdering someone. The boy did not know love until he was raised. He joined the Air Force, and rose through the ranks. He was revered and respected and he fell in love. He raised children whom were never belittled or beaten. And he never introduced them to his father. Showing them the best love of all