Father's Day



Why is it that when I see you
I automatically think hate
So quick to judge to conclude to assume
It doesn’t follow my doctrine
You gave me life
My creator
The Maker
But I find no love
It is hidden
Very deep after digging for years
My hands are covered in mud and scratches
Have I put an effort
Does it even matter to me
Words seldom released
A silent movie
A mime
How do you live with this
Watch me do this
If there is a metamorphosis
Can you forgive
A growing cancer
A fall in wisdom
A change in heart
Something please cure

April 2004