To all the sons and daughters whose Fathers they can’t kiss, and this day makes them even harder to miss, and so they feel helpless, they’ll sit and reminisce. Certain days and holidays play themselves out and they’re left, bereft of knowing what to do with this, I love you too and wish you whatever deliverance and bliss in this world there is.To the folks who have sarcastic jokes having only known messed up blokes who may have been biological fathers, but were never really Dads, I’m sorry for that lack of role that you had. You can travel the whole world wide and find an even more mixed bag. I hope you have had enough mentors, coaches, teachers, and preachers to make you overall more glad than sad.

And before there’s a riot in the back of the bleachers, in response to my needs and wants, and my comment about teachers and preachers, I’m not trying to defeat your reality with mine. I’m merely trying to depict with these words I’ve selected and picked how we’re all intertwined.

So, to the teachers and preachers truly trying to be the catchers in the rye: the reachers, and beseechers who back up there actions with speeches, perhaps too you need this. If you’re not about inappropriately touching someone you’re seeing as next to nothing, hoarding your beautiful toys and twirls, then I wish you were amongst the other countless granting access through fulfilled wish lists of all the boys and girls to experience the greatest joys of this world. Happy Father’s, Dads, and be grateful for whoever you’ve hads day!