That poem about your daddy
Is dark and twisted with unmet
expectations and anger–
we certainly experienced childhood
differently.
My Dad rocks.
He is the captain of his own ship,
The fixer of his own car,
The king of his own castle,
The Go to Guy of Go to Guys.
But most of all, he’s nice,
he loves my mom,
he loves me,
and he can catch
a salmon like no one’s
business.
I guess the world ain’t fair.
I win.
*Sylvia Plath gets a lot of attention for having such a miserable life.
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