Father…hah!...what is this word?
I have a father, but yet, the relationship is so unfamiliar
A father is there to support his children
A father is there to make them happy
Every child needs a father…
So why is it that I have one…but don’t know him?
A father is supposed to spend time with his children
A father is supposed to cherish them
So why doesn’t my father have time for me?
Everyone I know talks highly of their dad
But I can’t even do that…
For, I don’t know my papa enough to talk about him
He is like a stranger who lives with my family
And never seems to notice his children
He never notices his children’s eyes
Eyes that are filled with longing for his love
Eyes that plead for him to glance over and notice
He never notices that I get in trouble
Only…and only so that he would know I exist
And if not explain…at least yell at me…to show a little care
My father had always been too busy with his business…
To notice how much I’ve grown
It seems…he cares more about his work than his children
He has never been there on his children’s birthdays
Always off to some business meeting
He has never noticed how we feel…what we want
My wish is…that my father knows who I am…and he cares for me
I have never known the full meaning of a father
Will I ever?