"Relationships are a funny thing,"
That's what my papa said.
(This was his excuse for why
OUR relationship held barely by a thread.)
We were never close,
My papa and I.
I'd try to fix us,
But he'd be preoccupied.
When I hit my teens,
I hit 'em hard.
Those boys and I
Went way too far.
I'm all grown up now,
Wanting to get married
The man who's interested
Has never varied . . .
He's smart, and kind.
He's ironclad.
But more than anything,
He's just like Dad.
Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 7:59 PM UTC
"Relationships are a funny thing,"
That's what my papa said.
(This was his excuse for why
OUR relationship held barely by a thread.)
We were never close,
My papa and I.
I'd try to fix us,
But he'd be preoccupied.
When I hit my teens,
I hit 'em hard.
Those boys and I
Went way too far.
I'm all grown up now,
Wanting to get married
The man who's interested
Has never varied . . .
He's smart, and kind.
He's ironclad.
But more than anything,
He's just like Dad.
They say that girls from broken homes marry men who resemble their fathers. I seriously hope that's not the case.
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