</>Years ago and a world away from here,
There was the naive man I used to be-
A man, who steadfastly refused to see
That you were the very last woman that I should have come near!
In retrospect, it is the worst decision I ever made,
Except for the one precious gift you cannot take away!
But for her, thoughts of you would not take a day
Of my precious time; I have ardently prayed
For a resolution to this conflict, between love and hate-
That I may forgive you for all that you have done,
And move past the hatred that continues to complicate
The quest of a Father, to make his Daughter number one!
For the sake of her alone, I try to leave hate in the past,
To forget all the reasons for same that I have amassed!
-Maurice Harris,30 July 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem