Fathers

There are those that are doting 

There are those that are absent 

Then there are those that are indifferent  

For they don’t outright disown you 

They leave it up to you to figure out your place in their lives 

They don’t show any particular interest 

Neither do they participate in your upkeep

They’re too cowardly to completely vanish 

encouraging you to chase them instead

knowing very well their giant footsteps will not slow down for your infant ones

Consistently shaming you  

Then so quick to claim you when doing so lengthens their egos

Befuddled by your gleam in spite of their indifference