Dad - Poem by Martin Weiss
Should I even call you dad?
You always fulfilled your duties
and made sure our needs were provided for,
yet you were never present when I needed you.
I swore I would provide as you did
and do more then just provide.
I swore I would be sensitive
and provide more than just physical needs.
Now, I have become you
and you have already left this world.
I never had the chance to find out why.
And now I struggle, being you, and unsure how to change.
I hate that you weren't there for me
and now I have no chance to understand why.
Yet, what scares me most is:
I have become you even without knowing you.
Topic(s) of this poem: parents
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