I remember being three,
the development of my conscience was lacking adequately.


A charming, handsome, caring man;
Arthur is his name. He’s My father.

He was the type of man to give fun piggy back rides
and if a sight is very vague,
I'd be on top of his shoulders looking down on the world.

A type of man that shows how to ride a bike or brush teeth.
or drink with certainty that I'll become a man.

But with my foolish young mind,
I thought I'm drinking a man’s beverage.

Simply a mirage suddenly changing into apple juice.


He was a good man, loving, caring, respectful man......

Where did it go?

Why did he leave?

Throughout my years
Even now at seventeen,
I yearn for that special love
I cannot share with anyone else

The Love of a father.

“Are you ever Coming back?”

There’s an emptiness,
a missing piece inside my heart.
But I must begin the journey
Of moving on.

I have to forget,
Allow my heart to heal.
For you have a new life, a new family.

The past is over.

It’s time to look to the future,
A future you will not see.

You will not be by my side to stroll,
Offer me advice on the challenges I will face.

But I can say I am proud of myself.
Proud of being successful and having a wonderful life.

Still…
I often wonder
How my life would have been different if you were in it.


I love my family, my friends,
But there’s still that missing piece.
All it would take is a phone call, a letter,
To let me know you still care.

I suppose I am not the only one moving on.