For the Best

 Tomorrow is the day

That I will want to go into hiding

To hide from the stares

Waiting for me to break.

 

Pushing back the thoughts

The feelings and memories

That the looks of despair

Bring back all too much.

 

I never do break

The attention would be unbearable

So I wait till the dark of night

When my tears won’t be interrupted.

 

You’d think it would get better

Be indifferent

But 18 years

Doesn’t change a thing.

 

So I will take the day with grace

Not hide, but embrace

I will tell story after story

Smile at every look and stare.

 

For the day isn’t’ my day

Not mine to wallow in self-pity

But to remember the best

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. 

~HonestLynne