Not sure how to start this
or what I should say.
Been trying for 13 years now
to explain to you
where it all went wrong
and I've yet to
come up with a
suitable answer.
I could blame it on
my lifestyle at the time.
Say that the drink and the drugs
had too much
of a hold on me
but let's face it,
that wasn't the only reason.
I could blame Sally.
Say that she never wanted me
to be a part of your life,
that she forced me away
from you
but that would
just be a lie.
Maybe it was that
neither her family or mine
had anything but
the utmost contempt
for me,
a hatred that was born
from the mess I had
made of my life.
But that would just be
the easy way out.
The fact is that
I thought that I was doing
what was right at the time
For you and for me.
I was no Father figure.
I was out of control.
And it just seemed
to make sense.
Rather an absent memory
than a dead one.
But even though that's
the truth it
still rings
hollow.
I don't blame you if you hate me.
I would.
But I just want you to know
that there isn't a day
that rolls past that
I don't think of you
and all that I've missed.
So Happy 13th kiddo
and never doubt
That I'll
always
Love
You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem