my father figure

i dedicate this poem to my step dad. even though i never show it i do care and in my own way i respect him. just over time we have grown apart, and dont really understand eachother.

ive spent life feeling abandon

not knowing where i stand

waiting for a father to hold my little hand

what i wished for is not what got

i received a friend

until that to came to an end

days grew dark

as we grew farther apart

 

in some ways i dont know who i am

or what became of me

i just know how to sleep

that to becomes less clear

as i have become a fathers nightmare

 

he may not be perfect, but hes what i have

though i dont show i respect as if he where my dad

 

his feelings i do not comprehend

sometimes i wish i could go back to before i reached ten

when his words didnt matter

and i never felt hurt

i was just a little kid in the dirt

 

he may not be perfect, but hes what i have

he may not know but to me he is my dad

 

Reviews

[Cool Handless Luke]

I hope you let him read this. I know how hard the step-relationships can be on your side of the situation. This is a very nice write.