an empty card for father’s day

My father taught me how to always be present for family--

by never being there.

He taught me the importance of respecting your wife,

by belittling, battling, and battering his own.

He was a master at finances,

stealing my birthday money so he could buy cocaine.

His teachings of tolerance were exceptional--

screaming "gay!" just because I was shy around girls.

Our home was filled with his presence.

The way he created the family atmosphere

showed me how to create a home the kids wouldn't regret

returning to each day after school.

Yes, my father even taught me how to love

by never loving any of us.