***** hi!!! I just wanted to give you a little background on this. So I am a foster kid and one man is my bio father and the other my foster dad, who means the world to me. Same for the second poem, Motherhood. :) Enjoy*****
My father is kind
He wipes my tears
Tells me I'm gonna be okay
He tells me that it was just a stupid boy
He knows my favorite color is orange and that no matter how many times he says its all a guessing game, I will believe in my zodiac sign
He laughs when I point out the dippers and all the constialtions in the sky
He listens to me, even if he could care less
He knows my favorite candy is a cookies and cream Hershey's bar
He understands me when I mumble or talk with my mouth full
He laughs at my made up words
He smiles at my goofy faces
He tells me his is proud of me
He encourages me to follow my dreams even if that means leaving him
He worries for my well being
He knows when I'm sad
He knows when I'm happy
He comforts me after yet another nightmare
He gets me, and if he doesn't he trys really hard to
He is my father
But my DNA proves otherwise
My blood says he is the man who ran
Who never held me and said he was proud
Who wasn't there when my heart was shattered
Who left me all alone time and time again
The man turned his back on me
He doesn't know that my toes curl when I play guitar
Or that I hate the smell of roses
Or that Ive had nightmares almost every since I was 6
Or that I'm afraid of loosing those I love
Or that I can not sleep if I'm alone in the house
Or that my favor color is sun set orange because that's the color I see when I think of love.
My real father was there when I was going through the roughest days of my life.
He told me I was strong and I will overcome
He told me I mattered when I felt I didn't
My father is the one who chooses to stay every day
Not the one who ran
Not the one who cast me aside
Not the one who broke my heart with out a second glance
My father is the one who let's me know he loves me
Not the one who ran
MOTHERHOOD
My mother
she is a drug addict
an alcoholic
Abusive
Neglectful
Forgetful
A liar
A cheat
Deeply sorrowful
across the country
She is far gone
My mother has become something else
Someone else
She is clean
She hates my dirty room and my jeans with holes
She has blue eyes, blonde hair
She asks about my homework every day
knows I prefer to wear my vans
makes me take vitamins daily
Insures I take my allergy pill
Annoys me put of love
Notices when I am sad
Says creek, root and wash different
Favors pink, blue and green
She helped me tame my anxiety
Eased my nightmares
Forever loves me
My mother is not who she used to be
Her name is new
Instead of tears, she reminds me of rain
Instead of cigarettes, roses
Laughs instead of screams
Hugs in place of beating
Love without the but after
My mother has changed
She is someone else
Her heart beats another rythem
