Father

WHEN I THINK OF MY FATHER I THINK MEAN AND TOUGH HIS HANDS ARE ALL WRINKELED CALLUSED AND ROUGH I THINK OF MY CHILDHOOD IN ALL IT'S DISPAIR I THINK OF THE HARD TIMES AND WHEN HE WASN'T THERE I THINK OF THE NIGHTS I SAT AND CRIED I THINK OF HOW MANY TIMES HE WAS NOT BY MY SIDE SOMETIMES IT FEELS LIKE ALL I CAN DO IS THINK OF THE BAD TIMES AND ALL I'VE BEEN THROUGH BUT NOW THAT I AM GETTING OLDER I FIND HOW MUCH HE HAS TOO AND THEN I THINK OF HOW I WOULD MISS HIM AND HOW MY SIBLING WOULD MISS HIM TO EVEN THOUGH HE WASN'T ALWAYS THERE I GUESS I CAN'T SAY THAT HE DIDN'T CARE FOR IT IS LIFE THAT HE GAVE ME AND ALL OF MY STRENGTH FOR I'VE LEARNED HOW TO BE A PARENT EVEN THOUGH THERE IS STILL HURT UNDERNEATH FOR THIS I THANK HIM IN SOME PECULIAR WAY BECAUSE IT'S MADE ME A STRONGER PERSON AND NO ONE CAN TAKE THAT AWAY