Father

This poem is about my dad. Our relationship has gone from being non existent to strained to where it is now, where it seems as though we are slowly starting to appreciate and get to know each other. This poem was written before I could really see any hope of our relationship becoming something good.

“Father”

A father loved

A father lost

A face I never knew

 

What I thought

Could be, was not

Just a dream, but never true

 

Just two things from him I saved

A tomahawk, a rusty blade

 

To the rest of him

I said goodbye

My help for him

Had long run dry

 

A father loved

A father lost

The face I came to know

 

My heart for him

Was all for not

He was glad to let me go

 

Ruth

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