Fathers Day, or not
And you arrived here today for something better to do, because the child that is yours is not there to say, Happy Fathers Day, not there to mouth – I love you, or blow a defiant kiss, and against all odds to think – I will see you again in a future way.
And of your thoughts, should they be hate, to hate the one which you once loved, or to hate she, who designed your fate.
And should you climb into that bottle, or disappear into your mind, because others seem not to understand the pain and loss and grief, as your children dissipate your mantle of self belief.
And of all the sanctimonious words and pitiful phrases, and compensation, that aspires to compare, to all that you sought to offer this child so absent and in your fears.
And in the quiet moments, when you are alone and uncontained, and in the absence of others view, you shed a lonely tear, for their aspirations, which you will never share.
And if it seems a long way home to the distant dreams of a daughter’s tears or a son’s fears; remember they are as alone in this world as you are, and in need of someone to care.
And if the law has abandoned them, and betrayed your care, don’t walk away, stand and fight for your God given right, for it has more to offer than any academic insight.