Dad, Let Go

In all my life I’ve never spent a full day with you Dad, the man I know and love Split in two I’m proud to call you my father For any man to model But only half because the other half Can’t let go of the bottle Your different dad When your drinking or not Don’t deny your problem You miserable sot A 12-pack isn’t normal Not everyday or so Grow up, act your age And just let go Because we love you dad We always have and will But your drinking blasts a hole in me With nothing to fill When you ask me for more I am hopeless to your avidity But give-in and guide you towards death For fear of acerbity As I mature into manhood I fear that you won’t see the day I graduate, get married, or start my family So affirm a different substance for your thirst to allay I have no shame on my knees to plead Because we are kin, it’s your blood I bleed You must end this putrid deed So Dad, please just let go of the mead By Nicholas A. Bello