Biological Stranger

From ages zero to two, she was your little girl

White and beautiful, much like a pearl.

You held this familiar babe in your arms

And could almost instantly recognize your charm.

But time passes through the loom

And you still have no regard for the child out of the womb.

Like a fire, you drained her earth injured and dry

Leaving nothing but ash and a mark that would scar

But she has no anger, no spite, and no tears left to cry

And these ingredients would produce an internal war.

But what can you say now after fourteen years?

That you apologize for leaving her until your better state?

Will you wish that you hadn't been so late?

Are you waiting for your fires to calm or until the smoke clears?

Tell me where have you directed the source of your hate?

Tell her the truth, maybe she will know better

But she will never understand from just standing under the weather.

What shall she call you on the day that you meet?

Will you act as though you've already had your greet?

Would you admire this art

Forgetting that you did the minimum part?

You left her not even a phototo know your face

A stranger you are from an unfamiliar place.

With memories of your Pearl that you wish she would wear-

I would simply remind you, Father, that you were never there.