The Final EntryMature

He ruffled my hair and called me, "Kid,"
Things like that are what my father did
He would drop on the couch and flip on the news
Hearing about a war and knowing who will lose
"Eau de daddy," I called his cologne
My favourite thing to smell when I'm alone
He wasn't much of a yeller when things got rough
And he knew to stop when enough was enough
He always called mom by her first name
If they ever fought, he'd be the first to take the blame
My dad let everyone know that they were loved
He was gentle and never pushed or shoved
I miss my father every day
If he was here, he'd know what to say.

The End

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