Father Figure

I never had that,
you know,
that father figure thing,
or that super hero dad after the heartbreak love would bring
I recognize the blank space in my family portrait as a gift
To build a strength I didn’t know I needed or that could exist
His whole persona is a myth
A story in the clouds
I didn’t understand his death then, but I guess I get it now
When the reflective questions rise on who I am
or I might be
I take each day with just one step, approaching
life quite casually
Because my father lives in me,
I am his DNA;
the history that he passed on,
one of the reasons I can say
Happy Father’s Day.

Happy Father’s Day to all of you fathers (and single mothers who also play the role of dad, much like my mom did)!


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