FATHER'S BLOOD
He was my blood
But she was my water
My father had told me
Blood's thicker and hotter
My father was haggard
His love was alcohol
My father was sick
Drugged with Aderol
He was never home
It was the hospital or bar
I always drove him
He smoked in my car
But she was kind
Her name was Sal
She eventually became
My water pal
She smelled like cherries
Her hair was blonde
Her were wide and blue
Like a deep, dark pond
Her laugh gave me shivers
Right down my spine
She comforted me
I believed she was mine
As my father drank
She loved me
As his sickness consumed him
Her love encompassed me
Our passion was fire, lit at night
My father was rabid; one look and he'd bite
As his hair began to fall
He wore caps and overall
I tried to be there
But he pushed me away
So I went to Sal
Who wiped tears away
My father began to cough
As black filled his lungs
But I no longer cared
As Sal was my love
She became my life
My one and only
My father died sick,
Old, and lonely
But I had Sal there to hold me
Before my dad died
I visited with Sal
He was gaunt and sick
A ghostly green pale
He was hooked to machines
It was scary to see
He told me our blood was thicker
But now it had no meaning
“Father,” I said
My voice trembled with fear
“You haven't been blood
Not as much as Sal, here.”
I confronted him
About his drinking habits
From cigarettes and blunts
To leaving me alone, dammit
With his haggard, red eyes
And wrinkled old skin
He reached out to touch me
As if we were kin
I reject his fingers
As foreign as Spain
And walked out of his room
His eyes shedding tears of pain
It was Sal who held me
Close and near
Who answered the call
Telling of my fathers passing life
I didn't cry once
Not even close to twice
As they read his will
He had nothing left to give
He spent all his fortune
On booze and cigarettes
His body was cremated
Left in an urn
I didn't want his body
All made of ashes and burned
I threw it in the sea
With a letter for any who found it
And I married Sal
Who loved me more than Father
More than anyone on Earth
And if I ever had children
I'd make sure
Blood comes first.
—
Which is thicker to you? Blood or water?
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HeRo (Sⓗort Stⓞrⓘⓔs)
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