MY ZANY FATHER

He works long hours

To make ends meet

Driving a beat-up wagon.

He wears dollar clothes

Worn and torn

Rocking the Goodwill fashion.

He loves a bargain

Cheaper the better

A Sunday Market tradition.

His raucous laughter

Uncensored words

Not bothered with reflection.

An open book

With a heart of gold

Raw emotions on his sleeve.

This imperfect man

I call my father

The best gift one could receive.

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Today is Father’s Day in Australia. I called my dear old dad this morning to wish him a happy Father’s Day, seeing that we couldn’t pop over to see him due to coronavirus lockdown.

Usually, we would have visited, enjoyed a family meal and the children and grandparents would have spent some time together.

My dad is struggling with this round of lockdowns. He spent a good hour complaining about my mum, his work, his boss, my brother… I think the dogs even got a mention!

For his benefit… and mine, I hope lockdown ends soon.

Happy Father’s Day! Especially to my wonderful husband. We appreciate you!