It used to be a good day
Now my dad is dead
Try not to be too sentimental
That’s what a fat ugly poet once said

It’s hard not to be sentimental
Do I violate a rule if I say I’m sad?
It’s hard to think of a better way
To express my feelings about my dad

So I guess I’ll take all their criticism
And their distaste I’ll discard
Because these are my true feelings
Even if it sounds like a Hallmark card

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