To The Father Who Wasn'T There - Poem by Adam Windseth
Here's to the father who wasn't there
After all these years
I've always known that you didn't care
I met you once at the park when I was three
You left fast
In a hurry
And abandoned my mom and me
You stopped by my mom's front step
She said, 'Adam's not home from school yet'
'Just tell him I'm dead', dad said
Even though you were never around
I've always known where you are
Stealing, dealing, or behind bars
Why should I allow your absence leave me with scars?
You did your crimes
Served your time
But never provided me with a dime
I never heard 'I'm proud of you, son'
I never got a phone call or a birthday card
You weren't there for my graduation
Or when I bought my first car
You wouldn't recognize me now that I'm grown
Why would you care?
You left me all alone
How can I love someone that I've never known?
Finally, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes
But most of all
Thank God I'm not like you!
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