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. 


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