I woke up one day, just had a bad dream, Found out it was real, all wasn't peaches and cream. My father was gone, walked out the door, Never to show his face nor come around anymore. A little boy begins his life a silhouette in mind, Only 1yr old, his father seems to be in a bind. He may never know what he missed out on, If only he had stayed and had never gone. My feelings of this man were of hatred and anger, He was never there when I was in danger. Time went on and the silhouette smeared, I had never seen his face my mind was cleared. This young boy found basketball for his soul, The Love he had for this game, no one to share his goal. Each game he played was like his last, His father wasn't even part of his past. Stricken by poverty, a life to fight through, The streets taught this young boy lessons which were true. His father was supposed to be there or at least a phone call, A letter in the mail would take that hurt, just some not all. Growing up without an example to go by, Guessing and learning trying not to live a lie. Father-Son getaways, not something I took part in, Had to wait for my father to appear, just waiting for when. Now a grown man with two boys of his own, Never wanting to follow the ways his father has shown. The silhouette has presented a face in its place, I even had thoughts; this man was a disgrace. Always hoping one day I'd find the nerve, To tell my father what I felt he deserved. I received a message as clear as day, It was from God, I'll tell you, as He'll say; "Forgive those who have done you wrong, And he'll forgive your sins", like an Angels song. So now I have forgiven his selfish ways, And I pray he keep his health for all his days. Although a father, I never had, Alive today, for this I am glad. I thank the Lord for all of this, With God in my life, I'll never be Fatherless! Copyright © 1998 Jerome Raynell Roseborough
Reason for writing:
This is depicting how my father left scars in my life and how I don't want to do the same to my sons. (please comment)
Birth sign: Capricorn
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