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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Father's Day, Forbidden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet another Father's Day fastly apporaches<br>And a force outside of my control still encroaches<br>Upon my ability to be the Father I know I can be; <br>Two beautiful little Angels grow, yet, I can see<br>Only photographs-which surely do not show me<br>More than a brief moment in time-they do not know me, <br>Nor do I know them, yet we share a connection beyond the miles<br>That now seperate us. Am I cause for any smiles<br>They may have in times which are wholly their own! ? <br>Will this estrangement cease before they're grown, <br>And are able to make decisions without the influence of another? <br>When will they break ranks with the one they call 'Mother'-<br>To allow that their own concerns finally be considered? <br>When will the maternal selfishness, that has embittered<br>A Father, yield to the need of Daughters to know from whence they came? <br>I carry only remorse for the loss they have suffered-the shame, <br>That should be held by the two women who purport<br>To know what it means to be a Mother, yet fall very short! <br>I may not be the Father I know I am, until this veil of shame is lifted-<br>Nor may these Angels truly know what God Himself has gifted, <br>Both to me, and to them-this Father-Daughter bond; <br>To our tragic loss, how shall the Fates respond? <br>The answer will only unfold through the hands of time<br>And the travesty we now face may only be described as a crime.<br>I live many miles from them, but I carry them with me always-<br>No amount of time or space may take this away-all days<br>Which pass without them in my life belies the gratitude<br>I have for their very existence-indeed, a bittersweet beatitude! <br>One day, 'this too shall pass' and my heart's ache shall cease-<br>One day, this soul shall sing the sweet song of its own release<br>From the torment I now feel, for a consort that is not allowed, to be! <br>The gracious gift of Fatherhood, once avowed to me<br>By the very Hand of God, has been stolen by ignorance-<br>Earthly ignorance of the import of same-my abidance<br>Is surely not of my own making, but in nature, Divine; <br>When I wonder, shall this end! ? Just a little sign<br>Is all I shall need, to sustain me further still-<br>Until such time as this estrangement's end is His Will! <br>In the meantime, another poignant Father's Day to me<br>And all those similarly in search of their purpose: to be<br>All they were meant to be, for a child who needs their guidance.<br>This is what must be one day, to cease this soul's subsidence<br>Into an abyss-from which a return becomes less and less likely.<br>Instead of wondering: 'what if? ', I need to know what might be, <br>In a world filled with the two wonders-as my dreams have shown.<br>I need my eyes to behold, not photographs, to see how they have grown; <br>Until these dreams meet with reality, I shall never be whole-<br>Until you are again near me, we will never recover what they stole! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">-Maurice Harris,13 June 2012</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Maurice+Harris">Maurice Harris</a></strong></div>