Innocence

A Poem by RainStormFang

You were a kind and loving man

Trying to raise three abused kids

As if they were your own children

You saw it as a second chance

Not able to be there for your own

Your's were all grown up by then

Showing those children love and support

Telling them how this Cruel World Worked

All of its inner workings and flaws

One day you became ill with cancer

Struggling just to breath or move

Constantly in Pain and suffering

Through it all you fought and fought

You became sicker and sicker

Until one day it was too late

None of us could stop what happened next

You were taken from this world in a cruel way

A loving innocent man murdered

How you ask?

By a cruel so called woman who claimed to love you

She took you away from those children

Supposedly weeping at your showing

She never loved you, she was cruel

Getting your life insurance, your home, your car

She got everything

What happened to the kids you ask?

She threw the two oldest out keeping the youngest

The eldest now twenty, the middle now eighteen

Thrown tot he streets as if they were dirt

The youngest you ask is now sixteen

He can not see his sisters

The cruel woman keeps him away from them

The woman you ask?

She never got caught she now lives off his insurance policy and his home

Rest In Piece Daddy <3

© 2014 RainStormFang

Author's Note

My Father was Murdered January 2, 2013 By my foster mother. Tho I have no solid proof, I know it to be the truth. They never did a biopsy, simply stated it was due to the cancer. When he was not himself from the cancer going to his brain, and not fully there. She went to the attorney with him and had him change his will. So that she would get everything. She kept me and my siblings from him while he was in hospice. While he was taking chemo and Radiation, the Doctors told him to stop it would only shorten his life span, But my foster mom was whispering in his ear convincing him to continue with it all. That is would cure him. He went from A year to two years of survival to three months tops. I miss and love my father, he took me and my siblings in when We had no where else to go. He is my hero and my angel.