'Father' Poem by Frank Valenti

You call yourself a father

You call yourself a man

With your children you chose not to bother

And cheat on your wife again and again

A father you are indeed

All that took was to spread your seed

A man you are not, you are just a boy

A real man loves his children, they fill him with joy

You left me at the young age of three

With a mother as broken hearted as anyone could be

Too young for consoling ones mother

That is a curse I wish on no other

What you've given me is a chip on my shoulder

An amount of anger for which there is no holder

Torn apart from what's been said by my sister

She'll be walked down the isle by another mister

That mister is my true father

He brought me up with the correct way to treat women

Showed me all the things that you wouldn't bother

Being named after you will not be a bad omen

For it is reason for a change of heart

I will not be the man that tears his family apart

I love deeper than you could imagine

With a complete and utter compassion

Born to a father that isn't my dad

For what you've become

It truly makes me sad

Too many have experienced the same as you've done

I wont shed a single tear after you've passed

For the lack of involvement and interest

Clearly you won't be missed

Not even a single question I wish I asked