Happy Father’s Day

Hello Father,
how do you do?
I know you’re not in heaven
or in hell because you didn’t believe
and if you don’t believe then it ain’t true.

Hello Father,
I’d like to think,
it is you, behind
why I stink
at investing,
but good at saving.

Hello Father,
I hope this finds you well,
not hanging between purgatory
and the underworld.
It would be a shame
if your non-believer
ways left you on a noose
dangling with the ne’er do wells
at your feet and the high rollers
wallowing like pigs in poo
in a place with one supreme being overseeing.

Hello Father,
Happy Father’s Day to you.
I would have stayed,
your, Daddy’s little girl,
if weren’t for that letter,
you know the one when you
wrote you had a new family,
and I was not your financial concern,
and really had to learn how to pay my way
and get health insurance, too.
I hadn’t even asked for help.
You, Daddy, taught me well,
I would rather go to Hades
than ask you for a dime
unless I was primed with a job,
but then I wouldn’t need your money.
Heaven forbid I ask for your time.

Hello Father,
there is so much I feel a need to say,
but it is thanks I will give, today.

Hello Father, thank you
for teaching me how to sail.
Taking me out on the boat with you
as your crew. I loved the spinnaker runs
they were so much fun,
delicate feel of the sheets
sensing the little to no wind,
the challenge to keep her full and beautiful,
like a buxom babe with her chest thrust
out to guide the way. Sails, vibrant
colors wider than any rainbow,
scattered the waters, dotting the expansive seascape.
Yes, Daddy, those were special days.

Hello Father, how do you do?
I just want to say thank you
for all the lessons I learned so well:
how to put in a sink, change a tire,
read a schematic drawing and rewire,
how to diagnose and fix.
You taught me many neat tricks,
but you could be a god awful prick,
those wandering hands and all those demands,
obey, obey, but never in a biblical way.
You were the commander of our ship,
not our God. You were Unitarian
with many gods but none worth a worship.
Thank you for all the camping trips,
for teaching me how to be meticulous
at washing dishes.

Hello Father,
wherever you are,
there is a large part of you in me.
Grateful for the good, remorseful
for things a person just shouldn’t be,
cold and empty of sympathy,
and light on spirituality.

 Happy Father’s Day, Daddy
from your long lost little girl.