Father, father you were a man of mystery
Growing up, a lack there of your history

The want…. The need
Just one single word of thought should bleed

No bonding with me, it was dealt in money
Your time was spent saying, “Sorry Honey!”

Blue moon risen, you would do a funny kind of dance
My sister and I watched as if in a trance

As a young girl, I surely didn’t know
You were very quiet, and intensely so

Looking back I wondered why
You’d live your life a true lie

I loved and accepted you for who you are
What others thought, I kept it far

Later on it all made sense
Living a life of false pretense

When I was a little girl I wanted to play
But my father was too busy wishing he wasn’t gay

This poem was not to offend, just an open awareness of the sadness that followed. My father lived most of his life hiding behind a stage curtain.

I was in my teenage years when we found out about my dad. My parents split, and less then a decade later, my father was diagnosed with cancer. He went into remission for a few years, but it came back.

He died at the young age of 48. The last few years of his life was spent as catch up, and I am very grateful to God that the time was allowed. However, I could have had a life time with him, had he been comfortable with himself for who he really was.

Everyone needs to be as true to themselves as possible. No one benefits from masking the truth no matter how painful it may initially be.

Honesty is the best policy! And love is the golden ticket for true happiness!

Happy Father’s Day dad, and to my husband, and all the other dads out there!! Be thankful you’re a dad. You are one of the most important people in the world!