~Dedicated to the children who grew up fatherless out of neglect~
I am the ghost of child support,
The lingering credibility-
For damaged accountability.
The pedestal of difference for something that was missing.
I am the ghost of missing figures-
For father may I,
Be forgiven-
For my life
that you have given.
I am the ghost of broken hearts-
Sleepless nights,
Hadn’t heard me cry
For in my eyes you left me-
A broken soul.
Never took your role-
And forgot of what you’ve left be.
I am the ghost of empty slots and promises.
For never I,
Received your love and neither had my brothers.
And on to another,
You left them their mothers, and lives longed without you.
But never I
would accept your lies and forgive you on what you’ve left me.
For I am the ghost of what we could be,
Through their lives,
In their eyes they see my mother,
But in my eyes I see father.
Our lives made parallel,
Only difference is I’ve grown through hell
and seven sins is not a drink you have difficulty in swallowing well.
I am the ghost of my mother,
The ghost of her will and dedication.
So don’t look in amazement when I shed the name you’ve given.
I am the ghost of you-
For father may I,
See eye to eye,
But had I believed your lies-
I would be the one person, you’d never made cry.