Hey Dad

i was driving when i was nineteen angry full of angst and blame thinking to point fingers on my way was to your home i wanted to say so many things thanks for not calling, caring visiting thanks for my skewed memories ones i wanted to keep most wished to forget this snowstorm blowing my vehicle cold could not extinguish my rage pent up anger all the cheerleading games concerts broken hearts and dates gone well built and fueled itself i am at your door you answer and i see your sunken face you are a drunk pathetic and lonely broken man i couldn't help myself i wanted only to recall the fishing trips disney land sea world, rock climbing, utah camping, and dirty jokes full of swear words the dad that remembered my birthday until i was fifteen, and camping was not cool to me anymore you came to me, desperate too proud to beg for my forgiveness but i gave you were grateful and held me again like you did when i was small brought my cheerleading picture said you held it close i let it all go now, and let myself rest too old now to point fingers too tired to carry your burdens flaws with my own good night sweet dreams god bless you daddy