My Father Poem by angelica arroyo

Started all from a seed planted inside of the care of a mother.
Not many men take it upon themselves to stay; mostly, if not a great population of 'boys' leave a mother to be a hero.
Not this one. He was ready to become a father.
A father is not the man who conceives a child but the one that fosters him or her.
He raised a daughter and knew that he would be the first man she will love.
He knew that she will reflect the man he is.
He knew that she will be naive, but he would be there to guide her.
He knew that she will fall, but he would be there to lift her.
He knew all these problems that she would face, but he knew he was going to be there.
When she cried he sat next to her, and if it came down to it he would cry with her.
He knew a bond of acceptance, not tolerance.
He knew love, not ignorance.
He taught her and still teaches her at the bare of his love.
A fathers love has one of the greatest values to a young heart.
The arms of a father is the save haven for their daughters.
Many girls don't have those arms to fall upon when their hearts are in the urge of desperation.
Many 'sperm donors' don't feel the effect of their absence, and they will never comprehend the disability she will have in her life without him.
She will hate, and she will close herself. She will blame others for her misfortunes and have men at the end of her stick because her father was never there to tell her, ' I love you.'
She will look for all this love in many different bedrooms. She will lose herself in the mirror and ask herself, 'what have I become? '
But a father would not let this happen because he is her reality. He would show her that there's other alternatives.
He would show her love that is not found in a bed but in the heart.
He would show her unconditional love.
Even at the days she angers him he would find a way to show that he loves her because she is HIS daughter.
She will see other girls with no father and she will understand.
She will see many young women lurking down the streets, giving themselves freely, or degrade themselves to whom they really are: women.
It outrages her to see so many men not coming up to the plate and bringing these girls home.
Then she will look at herself in mirror and see the woman she has become.
She will her her father in her when she looks in the mirror and believe that it was him that has brought the woman in her.
He would be gracious to see the woman he helped to create, and she would see the men she helped him become.