Dad

My father is an ever changing being.
His hair has seen many styles.
His personality has had many faces.

I remember Sumo Bun Adventure Dad.
His style was cool Hawaiian shirts,
Tea shades or sports framed sunglasses.
He had a cool hiking cane.
He planned trips to National parks,
Goofed off in Meijer,
And was tech support at the NFL.

I can recall Shut-In Lazy-Boy Dad.
He didn't leave the house for awhile,
He stayed in his recliner playing games.
All hours of the day, days on end.
Thousands of hours spent on completing games.
He built us computers,
Let us play violent games,
As a way to stay connected, rooms away.

There's Vegan Mountain Dad.
Hiking and walking.
Walking and hiking.
Camping.
And so on so forth, for close to 2 years.
I was not part of this time,
I don't know many details.

I have Exhausted and Hurt Dad.
His hip replacement has walked it's
Maximum miles.
The cool walking cane,
Having traveled many alongside him,
Is old and worn.
I'm not sure how many more miles
Either of them can take.

To be honest,
I'm waiting for Recovery Dad.
He's Taking His Time Dad.
Better Than Fine Dad.
Not Just Along For The Ride Dad.

I'm waiting for him to understand,
He can be, oh so much more, dad.