They sip champagne,
and sing cheerfully
for Father’s Day,
to commemorate those
who love unconditionally.

But, what about the ones
that were more monster
than human? Furious
at the hands of alcohol.
Drunk, sleeping on the couch.

My heart is confused
in these lovely times
of celebration, creation,
for my heart is warmed
when seeing the others.

Fathers that don’t hesitate
to give the their children love.
But, then it freezes up
from the lack of love my father
replaced with broken bones.