By: KelOtaku
Based on: My father
Pictures.
That’s all I see.
The only image,
I have of you.
Too young to remember,
Too young to know,
What you’re like,
And where you’d go.
Stories are all I hear,
To tell me who you were,
And who you are.
I cried out for you,
But you never answered.
Like yelling at the wind,
That did not answer.
Wish I knew,
Yet I don’t,
With the thought,
Of who you are.
Everyone has a story.
This one’s mine.
The one and only thing,
I have on my mind.
When I was younger,
I dreamed about,
Meeting you.
That dream has now passed.
It’s gotten old.
There’s nothing of you,
I’d wish to see,
After all the stories,
I’ve been told.
Pictures.
That’s all I see,
Of you and me.
Stories I hear.
Stories in all the pictures I see.
A single image in my mind.
My imagination flying,
Imagining the story in my brain.
Smiling in all the pictures I see.
Yet you never cared.
Game addict.
Always on a game,
Even when you had to watch me.
On the table,
Being baby-sat,
At one year old,
Knife in hand.
Door opens.
Mom sees.
Knife taken away,
While mom yells.
You said,
“It’s a woman’s job.”
Mom blew up.
“What is a man’s job?”
You were silent.
You continue gaming,
Not even caring.
Going to visit family.
Forgot where.
Was at the age of 4.
Old enough to remember.
You were there.
I don’t remember.
Mom said you were,
So I guess it’s true.
When I got in the way,
You yelled at me,
To move out of the way,
Since you were on a game.
Or so I heard from mom.
Mom was the only one who cared.
Only one protecting me.
Only one taking care of me.
Only one who was there.
You never were.
Never want to meet you.
Yet I will one day,
In the future.
I’ll always love mom,
More than you,
Because she cared,
Protected,
And watched over me,
As she watched me grow.
Pictures.
That’s all I see,
Of you and me.
There was a time,
That I wanted to meet you.
Now I don’t,
Because of all the stories,
I’ve been told.
I’ve only had father figures,
Because I never had you.
Those people were there for me.
You were not.
During my blood clot,
At age 4,
You never called.
Mom was the only one,
And her friend;
One of my father figures.
He gave me a teddy bear.
Now that stuffed toy,
Is the only thing that helps me,
Other than mom.
All this,
Because you never cared.
I don’t need you.
I never have,
Because I have,
The people who cared.
