to my paps

a man who i have not always seen eye to eye with, but that doesn't mean i don't love him. happy birthday dad and may you be blessed with many many more years.

"i don't have to like you to still love you"

i remember these words so well.

i know we butt heads and on one occasion 

blows.

but you're still dad, my brother, my G

the first ever person that believed in me.

today is your birthday an yet you're so young

keeping up with the kids

your years of fun are far from done.

the spring in your step is still very strong

from 6 to 16 i have never seen it go

just like the timeless smile that follow your jokes

infecting me and giving me a smile of my own

and although at times we may be distant,

you'll always be the person i look up to

no matter how tall i become.

you were my first friend

an straight up my best.

the "day one donny"

mr vintage and class,

the reason why i'm happy. 

Author's Note

this isn't a poem. this is basically a letter for him to read when he gets home from work.

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[Baby Ricochet]

Fathers can be difficult. I never got along with mine all that well either. Better now. It helps that he's a good 800 miles away.