love to all the fathers. the ones living their lives to make their children's better. working in under florescent lights or dodging bullets under desert sun so the next generation won't suffer. for the ones bringing up the next generation of men and teaching little girls how to love.
this is for the fathers that the world forgot.
the ones who had to bury their children.
the ones dying so their children can live free.
the ones that the law forgets are parents too.
the ones who work and love and love and work.
the ones who kiss their babies and throw them in the air.
the ones who chase their kids through the house with a blanket on their head.
the ones who tell stories. and sing songs. and take pictures.
the ones like my dad.