as i sit here,

drinking a beer with my

dad.

we talk about sports

and all the times

we've had.

all the times that he scorned me,

i deserved it every time .

the punishment he used,

always fit my crime.

he never hit me, never beat me,

never lifted a finger.

he would explain what i did

wrong,

but never let it linger.

he taught me respect and

how to act right.

he taught me to stand up

but no need to fight.

we speak of old times

and days that have passed.

he says he never thought

it would go by that fast.

we have been through so

much, and spent so much time.

he says "son you aren't perfect

but I'm glad that you're mine".

-wbt