Being a fatherless child these days

What should this day become?

Should it be ignored and left on the shelf

Pushed to the back of my mind

Where it can only tug at my brain

And make me sad out of nowhere

Or should it become a day of remembrance

Talking and thinking about all the things

Dad and I used to do

The things he said, the way he smelled

How that changed once he quit smoking

Either and any way

It doesn’t matter

There’s no way to make me less sad

Or miss him any less