In the past few years my heart mostly ached for my father - for how terribly he was treated in his final year of life. But lately I feel more sad for myself. Our past was too tainted by the targeting and his immense lack of care for me. I miss what we never had more than anything. However I found comfort in a movie I watched today, because it reminded me of a surrogate father who had been here for me in a time of need. He has also passed away, but his care for me remains...
Surrogate Father
copyright 12-29-25 Sharon R. Poet
I had a surrogate father
Who cared more than my own.
He also had another daughter
Whose jealousy cast a stone.
But it was healing to have him
For even just that short time.
His heart stayed here for me.
It will always be mine.
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