The innocence of childhood,
Dreams twinkled in the eyes.
Dad left me alone in the sun,
I desired love and my father's hand to wipe away my tears.
But days melted into nights, and years rolled along.
A father, like morning mist, brings hope to a child;
He has roots that are sturdy and filled.
I desire a connection,
Memories to create.
Instead, I face the night with questions that echo in my soul.
Friends boast about their fathers;
It was a painful comparison.
I asked, "Why me?" in frustration.
Why hasn't my father been a father to me?
What is it like to be loved by a father?
How does it feel to be graced with a father's wisdom?
Yet I cried, though I tried to be strong,
But I was wrong.
My pride was wounded, but my heart felt that strain.
I had hoped that you would return, but you gave me the cold shoulder.
A father's absence is like a wound so deep, like a grave.
The absent father's syndrome tears me apart.
Pause for a moment:
Will my tears dry up, or is a pistol a cure for sorrow?
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