Poem for Father

 The mixed feeling go on and on
It isn’t his fault 
Sometimes he was loving 
Other times not 
Many times he was helpful
Sometimes he wasn’t 
He was friendly and frightening 
Insightful and condemning 
Happy deceitful 
Cunning as well as ignorant 
All things I have
Inherited from him 
As well as this body
Mind this face 
Looking like him
More and more everyday 
I’ll go everywhere 
He couldn’t go 
Be a version 
That loved a lot more 
Then dedicate it 
To him 

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