Tuesday, March 10, 2009

To My Biological Father

Dear Stranger,

How could you not care?
Doesn't it ever cross your mind
that I am out here?
I have countless questions
for you.
But your not even around
for me to ask you one.
Don't you think you owe me
the courtesy of a phone call?
Even prisoners,
get that right.
In your mind,
I don't even seem
to deserve that.

After all the pain
you put me through,
I hope your hurting too.
Even that wouldn't be enough.
Because I didn't choose this.
You did.

All you thought to give me,
was a single photo.
And if I look into your eyes,
you don't even seem
happy there.
Whatever made you abandon me,
like worthless trash,
that didn't mean
anything to you,
couldn't have been as bad
as what it did to me,
when you left me.
I was only a baby,
so I don't remember you well.
All I have for you
is one last question.
Is that what you really wanted?

1 comment:

Nels Bergquist said...

I can tell that this poem was very difficult to write. I like the fact that you are willing to put yourself on the line...