Just Like Dad

 

I dreamed of a beautiful piece of poetry this morning about five o’clock. But I didn’t get up to jot it down for my wife was asleep on my arm. Sometimes words just don’t need to be said, when the flames of passion hover so close to the surface. I was a man brought up around a strong foundation of strong women. I mean there was my father and a whole pile of uncles around me. But even they seemed to be in awe of the women in their lives.

While my father was a good provider, it was my mother that I was most comfortable around. I suppose it was because we were so close in age, and my mother having been raised in a house full of boys, it just came natural to her. Me and my dad struggled to find our way, till we finally did when I became a father. For those few years he had left, he was a doting grandpa. But it still makes me sad that now those clear images in my head are nothing but faded memories to my children.

But the dawn woke up on this cloudy and humid morning, where I see the wind moving the tall grass outside the window. While the weatherman scares all my elderly brothers and sisters with upcoming storms. Still despite my little aches and pains, I feel surprisingly well, despite the fog in my head. Not really paying much attention to the weekend, leaving those days to the younger hard working dads chasing little ones.

I prefer my kids being old enough to wipe their own asses and leaving me in the dark about their personal lives. Only surprising me with an occasional phone call saying, “Daddy” like they’re 5 years old again. But I accept my fate as a young senior citizen (now that’s an oxymoron). Fending off the scraps of the young and watchful, putting my own needs to the side for the benefit of my own, just like Dad.

 

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