the day is yesterday –
the day fathers are universally praised:
“best man I know”
“made me who I am”
amnesia takes hold,
erases all pain and failure.
false self-defining memories take over,
reshaping the days of youth gone by.
gushing for what might have been –
for some, what was,
for most, the dream.
the day of forgetting.
*how was my day, you ask?
I received wonderful gifts,
love from my wife and children,
rest and good food –
it was a lovely day to be a dad.
my dream is giving my offspring little to misrepresent in the future, to their children and spouses, to their memories.
“Happy Father’s Day!”
luckily, no surprise, either –
only sadness, regret, ire, resignation.
reminiscent of “Happy Mother’s Day” 2017,
a goddam clone, in fact.
I’ve never been the man I could have been, or perhaps even should have been.
what I have now overshadows all i missed then,
and in 364 days we’ll do it all again.
father’sday 2018, it’s a date.