“I’m Sorry that I wasn’t a good Dad.”
My father ~ one I hardly did know.
“I’m Sorry that I made your Mom mad.”
Faded Polaroids ~ a handsome beau.

“I’m Sorry my checkered life was plaid.”
A life filled with extreme highs and lows.
“I’m Sorry my namesake makes you sad.”
Your face I never saw it aglow.

“I’m Sorry nightmares of me you’ve had.”
The day you died no tears did flow.
“I’m Sorry I wasn’t a good Dad.”
The father I have, his genes I sow.

A fatherless figure, I’m glad I didn’t need.
The father I have, is Rich with love indeed.

Day 20: NaPoWriMo Prompt: A Poem In A Family Member’s Voice