My Father
Everywhere I go I see a father,
Then I always think “Why don’t I have a father”,
I know the painful answer yet I hate it so much,
Why should I fall under this misery,
To have a father I barely remember,
Yet my mother speaks so bitterly of him,
My father who drank the day away,
Forgot about his family he had to support.
Words cannot describe the pain we suffer,
As the little ones ask me where my father is I mumble a pathetic lie
The man known as my “father”.
This post was submitted by Shani Bogamuwa.
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