First Draft….

I’m more like my dad
who’s more like his mom
who grew up in Florence, Cape Breton
Where it’s never inconvenient
to show up for a visit
where family means even my friend
was freely given a cousins hand

My Gran’s dad
was a rum runner
a silent rebel
with a jokers twinkle
he gave local families food and cigarettes
Princess mines wouldn’t pay the loyal life
all he could offer was a laugh, a smoke
and a drink to aide a miner’s strife

He was always ready for a good time
that’s just like my dad
and just like me

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