Letter To My Late Farther
Today is Mothers' day.
I know you might not hear me.
Six feet in your Grave.
But i just wanted to share my Grief.
On things i could not say.
When i Cried you only stared.
Every time i would Mess my dippers.
I didn't like the way you Frowned.
Your nose like a Pig. I was always Flanked.
yes i might thank Mama. Who Hugged me
Every time you kicked, buckets when you came Home Drunk.
It frightened me so much, that i always saw you like a skunk.
Even the Next day, all my Lessons i would Bank.
I would have Fought you Back if i could but was Afraid.
I didn't like the Way you Kicked the Innocent Dog.
And the scars you left on Mom, like a Tree.
I am writing that i will not Write.
I am talking to the Dead.
I am the Son of My Dad.
All i wanted was. Someone to call 'Daddy'.
Dad i am angry, at the same Time happy.
I am sad, but Joyful in My heart.
That i never saw you when you died.
Because, i was Young.
Nature took its Course.
Amends were made.
Fates, am in pain.
But i know, you day shall come in June.
When i will have no Father to say
Happy Mothers' day, Father .
If mother Fathered Me.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: father