my father

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My Dad – August 2011

Awkward sod, my dad,
Had the confidence beaten out of him, as a lad.
He created for himself a new set of rules,
A new moral code with which to live,
From the tools he had to hand,
And from what others had to give.

He once met the top man in this and that,
And reminisces of things he’s learned, a lot.
Then he’ll chatter on about the things he’s done,
Bringing poetic license, often into question.

Handy man, my dad, was quick with his fists and his temper,
When he was pissed off we’d run for cover,
Then he got old and a bit calmer.
Still handy though, should have a PHD in using his hands,
His practical skills should be known across the land.
Fix your car, fit your kitchen, plumb your bathroom,
I’m hoping for a loft conversion!

On and on this progression is run,
Copied over from father to son.
Our selfish decisions perpetuated linearly,
Our y chromosome demanding commonality,
Tempered but with perhaps too much similarity.

Great man, my dad,
Thinks he’s somehow insignificant!
Lives for his family,
Has always made us laugh,
And he’s given us all he’s ever had, my dad.