My Good Ole Dad

You know those bright paper packages the ones tied with fancy ribbons the ones you promised me at Christmas and on my last however many birthdays I never opened any of them-you know why don't pretend you don't know what I mean turn your head and stare out the window walk away from me like you always did Call yourself a father-your other kids do I don't claim you as mine any more I'm walking away from you this time my unopened gifts-you never sent them