Father’s Day


At first, of course, I wanted to love him.

But I quickly learned to hate him.

That continued well into my young-adult years.

By then, though, I had finally begun to pity him.

Then he went and died on me at age 63.

Way, way too early.

And too late.

Copyright © 2014 Jim Sizemore.

2 Responses to Father’s Day

  1. Jo-Ann Pilardi says:

    A touching poem. I also find the photo very engaging, Jim.

  2. Jim says:

    Thank you, Jo-Ann. He was an interesting man, very funny and entertaining at times, at least when sober, but altogether impossible to love because of the booze. I suppose I was lucky to even get to the “pity” stage with him. Have no idea why he took over my mind for about two hours today while I wrote that.

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