Dear Dad,
I realize that I'm not perfect
But I realize now that I'm not worthless
I want to show you my imperfections & insecurities
That no matter how much I try
I won't ever concoct the perfect remedy

What I need to know is that I have love
In me, in you, even for everyone
I want to know what it's like to be alive
To feel emotions, passions; what it's like to strive

I can't tell you that I'll always know right from wrong
But I can tell you that I need to appreciate you
More than ever, before you are gone.

-Love, your only son,
Michael Madera