My dad wasn't always there for me. As I know that he couldn't be there every second of everyday. But he could have been there for my family and I more than he was. For that I grew up to think very little of him, although I love the man to death....


Father

As I peered into the eyes of the man I knew to be my father
I saw nothing
No honor, no strength
No humanity, no compassion
Nothing but a black hole
Created by lies
Broken promises
And everlasting deception
But as I took one last look....I realized
That just because a man is given the title of a father doesn't make him one



Poetry by muriel
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Written on 2009-05-22 at 00:14

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True! Indeed, it is a sad thing to see how many fathers are unable to cultivate a good relationship to their daughters. In doing so, they end up losing something very precious: their trust.
2009-05-22