My Inheritance? Poem by June FeirCruz

A poem by: CC publish by permission...

My father once told me: 'What is mine, is yours'.
But what could he have attained to pass over to me:
This house? Paid for by my grandmother.
My clothes? Paid for by my beloved mother.
I have often pondered these questions several times.
Only in an attempt and come up short, with nothing but a blank page in my mind.

Love? No, only because he has never demonstrated his love to me.
Then finally as I was wondering in my room one night, I figured it out:
Hate, destruction, thoughts of emotional agony - these are his legacies.
His inability to believe in no GOD or any divine entity
The power to be cruel and to humiliate
To say unkind things one minute and forgot he said them the next.

BUT - no thanks 'DAD'...
As 'nice' as those 'attributes' sound - I'll skip a few
Only because I am aiming HIGHER, to the point even you cannot reach it.
Not because you do not have what it takes, or you are not qualified.
But only because you will never have the guts to try.
And that place is NOT RODEO DRIVE, or the HEIGHTS IN BEL AIR
No, my father: It is even HIGHER
That place is HEAVEN
I hope I will never see you there someday, EARTH DAD.

cjc: as copied by me
4/14/09 8: 02 pm