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Bourbon on the Rocks
My Dad always loved a glass
of bourbon on the rocks,
after a long days work,
before bed- anytime,
was a time to celebrate.
To say he had a problem is too
generalized.
He meant no harm:
“it's the alcohol talking.”
A term I became all too accustomed to.
I remember the old father-son days,
As we mindlessly cast on the lake for hours.
Him getting too drunk to drive,
age 13 and I turned the wheel as good as Dale Jr. already.
Dad always loved
his bourbon on the rocks.
Addicted- no;
plagued with disease.
I always wanted to share a drink with my Dad,
something we could actually bond over.
21 came around--
he never did.
Dad always loved his bourbon on the rocks.
I wish he could’ve loved it less.
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