by Thomas M. Pender
My father never called me Tom.
He called me Little Guy,
then Grump,
then Bosco,
then Stretch.
Thomas Michael when I was in trouble.
He called Debi Skeeter.
Kristi was Punkin.
Mom was Willard. She hated it
but loved it.
We never called my father Father.
My father was a Daddy, then
a Dad, then
an Old Fart. He answered to
Hey You.
Never Father.
My dad told me he loved me in
a million ways except
by saying “I love you.” I
couldn’t tell him either. But we knew.
written by t. michael pender 3/8/88
copyright 1988 T. Michael Pender. All rights reserved.
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