You're Walking Away ...

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A poem for my biological father. Maybe one day we'll be able to have a father-daughter relationship, but for now I doubt it's going to happen.

Submitted: March 13, 2012

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Submitted: March 13, 2012



Once upon a time, a boy and a girl

fell for each other and made a baby.

That baby was me, and now I'm grown

and I wanted answers. I might have got

my answers, but I also got something I

never thought I'd have - siblings. Not just

one, not even two, but four of them, all perfect.


That was then, and this - it seems - is now.

You tell me one thing, your wife tells me another,

and I'm stuck in the middle not knowing which

way to turn. I thought this would be simple - find

my biological father, get his name, get answers,

live my life just as it always used to be. Now it 

seems even a simple life is not to be.


I hope you're reading this, and I hope you take

it in. I can't even bring myself to call you 'dad'.

and I certainly won't name you in public. You say

you wanted to find me and have a relationship, but

if that's true then why do I feel abandoned all over

again? You're supposed to be my biological dad, not

someone I met on the street.


So there we have it - you and me on opposite sides of

the proverbial fence. You want a DNA test, I want a dad.

You want to 'prove' I'm yours, I just want some answers.

I don't want a DNA test, I don't want to 'prove' anything,

I just want my biological dad to be a dad to me and not

a stranger who barely talks to me and is more interested

in doing what his wife says than being there for me.

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