Ode to DAH

A great husband, he was.

Not.

An excellent father, he was.

Not.

A fine gentleman, he was.

Definitely not.

A true-blue friend?

Mmmm...not so much.

But he is father to my children,

shared DNA to God's greatest gifts.

And he was a catalyst to my betterment,

so heaviness, I could lift.

He was the exact opposite of responsible;

drug-addicted, he left me bitter and hateful,

drowning in the darkness of unrelenting loathing,

but for even that, I can be grateful.

A better woman, I am today,

his role playing no small part;

and as for love, I've gotten wiser,

more careful to whom I give my heart.