Daddy
Daddy I call you Dad now somehow it started during that time between high school and divorce or Papa that one’s not so easy it belongs to my Papa but that’s Russ’s name and it slips out now and then Daddy, are you leaving again?
My childhood is divided into the years you were here and the ones you weren’t Iran. Korea. ‘Nam. ‘Nam. - nearly again, ‘Nam you always came home even then I knew you might never but you did red-headed Irishman’s luck Daddy, do you have it still?