Third Sunday In June

I remember when Fathers’ Day
Was about “World’s Greatest Dad” mugs,
Clearance rack ties, cotton dress socks,
And homemade cards.

Now, Fathers’ Day is simply
A reminder that I haven’t
Talked to my father in months
And I have no intention of calling.
Well, at least he got a poem out of it.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
Give a poet a pen