Oh Father

You're not here.

Please, tell me why.

I want you near,

By my side.

I know you're out there,

Do you think of me too?

You could be anywhere.

I want to find you.

Is there a reason,

Anything at all.

Come Christmas season

You have the gall,

To finally show your face

For more than a few hours.

We don't embrace,

Love doesn't pour in showers.

But that's how it is,

Between you and I.

In the shadows you lurk,

Oh, dear father of mine.

- Maureen