My father

is a great father

right up to his betrayal of me

and his interpretation of my self image.

My father

was once my favorite man

up until I decided to make my own choices.

My father

can't help but pester me

when he gets the chance.

My father

is still my father 

and I'm still going to be the daughter

that Holds his Hand

through his Next Night in the hospital.


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