People always say I'm the spitting image of my father
This isn't true
I am the product of my mother and the things she raised me to do
My father had his chance and he didn't take advantage of it
It hurts when people make fun of me
Because I can't play sports
Because I'm not exactly the avg boy
Because my father was supposed to teach me these things but instead was out having the time of his life
I watched my mom my entire life bust her behind to get me the things I needed and wanted in life
I know it hurt her to see the hurt my father caused me
Yet she dealt with it and she did a good job raisin me
I admit I wish sometimes my father played more of a role in my life
He claims he's working
But if he's working send some money to his children
At least a penny
Something
It's all fun and games until responsibility enters the picture
Then he runs
Thank God for Mom
She taught me
How to love
How to care
How to forgive
How to be me
and she loves me
So thanks mom for everything
It used be I was angry at my father for awhile
I guess that's what kept me in contact with him
But once I forgave him I let go of that want for a connection
I stopped calling him, I stopped listening
And I know two wrongs don't make a right
But sometimes a I wonder if he's even worth my time any more
Besides in my mind my mom is my father and mom
So mom I want you to know that I love you with all my heart
That's why I feel the urge the cry when your upset
That's why I feel your pain when your hurt
I love you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem