i often wonder if i met my dad when he was in boyhood....
what things would he say
what would i think.
where he's been? wouldn't bother me
what he's doing? i don't mind
i just hope he's the happiest boy ever
who wakes up on christmas smothered in love
an overwhelming christmas tree to admire
presents to indulge into
love to endure.
just how i felt in this life, with him as my dad.
