Deserted Poem by Errol Anderson

If you could see me now, you’d see how I’ve grown.
And maybe I’d know why you left for reasons unknown.
A departure you made, so sure you’d never be found.
A curse on you should history come around.
No chance of knowing if there was a bond,
Left alone to survive this raging pond.
A trend you made, not a fashion but still a fad.
Angered and pained should I call you dad?
No male to rely on, no figure of permanence.
A motherly love her best was innocence.
A man you’re called, but a father you should’ve been.
I look inside and hate what I’ve seen.
A likeness of you is natural,
The images it creates are factual.
A willingness to change from being the same,
Disowned and not knowing, I will not play your game.
Away from me you ran, mine I will show how.
If you could see me now…