By Jea Chaires
Please don’t come near. I mean you never did,
But if you ever get the idea,
I can’t even imagine,
Having you in my life.
My biggest fear.
I was a puzzled little one,
Who cried because you said you loved me,
Who’d get angry because you never came back,
Who’d wondered why you said you would.
Who’d stare out the window everyday
Because I kept your word.
Don’t get me wrong,
I missed you dearly.
But as time went on,
I don’t want you near me.
I hope you enjoy your results.
And I know your blind enough to see,
The two beautiful children and their mother,
You left behind, and that want none of you anymore.
For the stupid reason of paper called ‘money’.
Sit in your apartment in Los Angeles late at night,
Or sometime in the day,
And think about this.
Don’t think that you are right, father.
You abandoned your kids.
You parted our ways.
Since you did all the talking so far,
I guess this is my turn in a say.