My Late Father

My father was always late

I’d sit sadly sulking on the stairs, and trying not to shed a tear

He was always worth the wait

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I’d sit there patiently for every painful minute it’d take

Because I knew my dad loved me, it’s not that he doesn’t want to be here

My father was always late

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Sometimes if it was too long, I’d make up a case,

“He’s taking care of my grandmother” or “he’s probably rescuing a deer”

He was always worth the wait

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I think back to those moments when my heart would ache and shake

And a teacher, or a coach, or my mother would sneer,

My father was always late

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But I would never worry that he’d forgot the date

It was me, I just didn’t say the time close enough to his ear

He was always worth the wait

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I can still see his slow motion stroll, the big smile on his face

And the embrace from his arms when he’d finally appear…

My father was always late

He was always worth the wait…