What did he want this time?

Just more lost peace

Caused by his vocal chords.

All I ever heard from him was rage

I was never on the right side

This time was not an angry lecture however

Sitting at my small black desk,

Playing computer games and being mindless,

My father walked into my room

and got to eye level with me

On his knees, in the soft brown carpet.

I could see his eyes were not happy,

But it wasn’t from anger.

He said hello and then silence continued the talk for a bit.

After my mom had told him how I felt,

He came to set the record straight

That I was hurt by his yelling caused him pain too

I didn’t think he was someone I could talk to

That caused him to show me what’s under the exterior

And I saw my leaking father tell me that he was here

To be a good father

One to talk to about anything

One to pick me up when I’m stranded

One to always love me, as the Heavenly One does

Then, I saw the real man my father was,

The real man I would become very close to

The real man I could become.

And I started welling up too.

Dad’s great, strong arms comforted me.