Bev’s Beholden, Day 30

Guys, I posted thirty days in a row. I made it. Every day.

There was football, there was travel, there were drinks, there was cheer,
I mean, I’d toast to myself if I could have a beer!
But not tonight, not tomorrow, not for fourteen more days,
Though I can’t say that I won’t spark up and blaze.

But, for now, I must thank the last, most important dyad,
You know- the lady I call “Mom” and the dude I call “Dad”!
It’s MamaG and Smoke, guys, who else would you think?
The ones who created me and sometimes drive me to drink!

I really can’t list all the reasons they deserve a shout,
But raising me? T’wasn’t easy, of that there’s no doubt.
Hell, who am I kidding, they’re still putting in time,
Hoping and praying daily that I don’t commit a crime.

Luckily, so far, the only tort I commit is here,
Bashing on them for their antics, whether I’m far or I’m near.
They’re pretty rad parents, I really have to say,
Though one could argue only half their kids turned out OK.

So, a big ol’ thanks to Smoke, and MamaG, too,
This really isn’t even close to all that they’re due.
I don’t have much to offer; this poem will have to suffice.
And thanks for never selling me for a low asking price.

-Bev