Father

A poem about wanting to be a father, but it is taken away.

Father

I was told that I was a father
I was happy and a little bothered

Several emotions ran through my veins
After the call, I had felt only anger and pain

My dreams were all in vain
For she had taken him away

I didn’t put the dots together
Until she said that the doctor had performed the procedure

I screamed and cried for I was so blind
Artyom was never going to see the sky with his very own eyes

I was going to have a healthy kid
Who could see the world differently then I did

I dreamt of tossing a ball to Artyom
To watch him walk then run

It was all under the black sun
For my son was not going to run

She asked me to forgive her,
accept her apology,
To start fresh

I wanted to be a Father
But she couldn’t bother to be a caring mother

For all I could do was think of Artyom’s life that was taken from me
So I walked away from her… deceived

I was going to be a Father…
But now I really don’t bother