The Caring One

This is written for my father, he is a great man and has a caring heart.

Dad picks up the phone,

Quickly dials the number, 

He called just to talk,

with his one and only brother.

Dad asks "How are you doing?",

He replies "Just fine.",

Dad also says to him,

"How've you been since Dad died?" 

He hits the keys again,

this time dialing his sister,

machine picks it up,

it's always like this with her. 

There's one last call to make,

This time to his mother,

She doesn't answer, Big surprise,

But she has time for any other.  

Dad's made the rounds,

He's called everyone he needed,

Now all that's there is hurt,

Wow, have they succeeded. 

Why does he do this?,

He calls because he cares,

The family couldn't care less,

This really is not fair. 

I love my Dad with all my heart,

I wish that they'd do the same,

But all they have in common,

is the same last name. 

Reviews

[P.S.Chance]

it's so sad, isn't it? I think it's common in so many families - for different reasons. your Dad is blessed to have you, sweetie. and he sounds like a good man.