As a child I remember a love you use to have for me.
Then you disappeared and I felt angry.
Though time and time I would see you again.
Just briefly enough to remember when.
Caught up in your own hell that you would make.
You must have felt the pain of the hearts you would eventually break.
It must of have been hard to live your life.
To leave a family of children behind and a wife.
To walk away knowing it wasn’t right.
It left your own heart heavy when you thought about it at night.
I put you too high above and I am the one to blame.
Though our sins may be different we are the same.
I expected a father who could do no wrong and had no debts.
I expected a father who wouldn’t find it just easier to forget.
Sometime it’s easier to put that part of you life away on the shelf.
I realize it must be the only way to find peace to live with yourself.
I want you to know that I hold no grudges because I’ve learned no one is perfect.
And what to find is not what to expect.
A man that made two families doesn’t need to forget.
Not only does God have a place for you,
but when you’re ready to remember me,
I do too.
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