Being a dad is sometimes so sad
I can be hero and damned
I cant always cure all your hurts
Maybe I taught you too smoke
Maybe I will teach you to Quit ? maybe
I missed your recital
I sang out of key the day you were born
I watched as you skinned both knees
Where did that rash come form on your head
I wish to have watched you grow into a man
Some days, I am gone
Even others, I am still not there
I know that I love you ... do you ?
I know that you hurt...even if its not in your eyes.
I remember the laughter...I remember the pain
I know I have failed when I let you down
Do you know that it hurts everyday?
Even if its not in my eyes ?
I told you No! thousands of times
I frightened you with tales ...trying to keep you safe
The ironic hero ...false god , emotion poet
Augered and skewred
Trials and pains that I do nothing about
Its life ....it hurts ...what can I say ?
There was glee in just the feeling to run
I saw this why did it go away?
There was hope when I could hug away pain
Now I am afriad to touch you...maybe you pull away
Sometimes I am sad, I am always a Dad.
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mahalo... and happy belated dad's day! ~Dee 
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