• Brian M Winningham

To Dad

Dad, there are many things

That I’ve always meant to say.

But you know how it is,

Men just don’t talk that way.


I have jumped to so many conclusions.

Countless times I’ve wrongly surmised

Even when I turned my head

To hide the tears brimming in my eyes.


I just thought you understood,

How time and time and time again,

I tried and tried and failed to become

The man you have always been.


I know I have disappointed

And made you proud plenty too.

But all I ever wanted

Was to be a man like you.


Like I’ve said before

It isn’t always easy for me to say

But Dad, I love you

And I hope to be like you someday.


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