They used to be good friends while in fair weather
But after 'the Storm', no longer together
He said, 'Don't bother me 'cause I can't be the One'
Instant parenthood awaits' a night of fun
Mom gave me everything she could possibly give
Still I realized my life was only half lived
Where was the man who helped give me life?
Why wasn't he around when I had my gripes?
How could he leave me? -is the question at hand
I didn't mean to be a disturbance in his career plan
I used to imagine: If I were never born, I wouldn't think of the One whom the month of June adorns
The closeness that we share-or the lack thereof-
Keeps me longing for an inkling of my father's love.
@ 1996
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem