I have never met my biological father.
There are a few reasons for this, I will disclose those at a later time … but I have never met him, or even seen a picture of him for that matter. This was a poem I wrote on New Year’s day this year while thinking about all of this … enjoy. ~Jennifer
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Your face is one I’ve never seen
But makes up half 0of mine
I guess I got your fine, thin hair
But will it gray with time?
It’s strange to miss something
That you never really had
But I’ve wondered often, long and hard
What it’s like to have a dad
Would school have been easier
Would my friends have liked you
Would I have been more outdoorsy
Or better equipped to beat the flu
Would my relationships later on
Been made of a stronger fiber
Or would another religion
Have me as a subscriber
I guess I’ll never know just what
Your presence would have changed
If only you would have stayed
And not chosen to be estranged
And yet I can’t stop pondering
About you and all you are
I guess it’s you affecting me
In a way you couldn’t bar
– me, 01.01.01
Nice poem, Jenn. I knew my father and I’m still laboring to rid myself of most of his legacy. I think not knowing can be an advantage.
I’ve been thinking about my bio dad alot lately too, he died when I was little, so I’ll never get to know him, but I have his face so I always wonder what life with him would have been.
That was very sweet and sad. 🙁 I could feel the emotion… I wish he was in your life! I hope to read what happened between you two…
Well most people know that I am not a poem person, still not, I have never met my biological father, nor seen a pic of him either, and it’s nothing I’m sorry about. I’m who I am and his genes or not he has nothing to do with me or who I am today … just my opinion !!!
For years I searched for my father, and finally found his family (he passed away in 1989). I was devastated to learn he had died, but he gave me three beautiful half sisters, and I have now have 3 adorable nieces! The more I learn, the more I appreciate the wonderful life we had without him.
That was such a beautiful poem. I thought a lot as I read it how blessed I am to not only know my father, but to have him with me my whole life and count him as one of my best friends, along with my mother. I don’t tell him how much I love him, but I’m going to right now 🙂
*hugs to you*