For the Love of my Father

For the love of my father
that was never there to take.
Unconditional love
Never there to make.

To my father I lost,
and never knew his hand to seize.
To my father my heart,
never given with childish ease.

To fool the innocence of my youth,
for my father, traps laid full of hate.
Minds tainted with pure hatred and evil,
as my father, to love was too late.

As my youth matured to maturity.
A fear of someone that has to be known,
the truth that evades all my sanity,
as the seeds had already been sown.

So, to the father, who I never knew,
and tried to remember, and found easy to forget.
It’s so hard to break all of her ground rules,
as the stage for that scene had been set.

So her intricate webs of deception,
woven with spidery lies,
so fragile and held loosely together,
with not a thread of the truth that ties.

My father as now I have met you,
the lies are cracked and open to debate,
there are two sides to every story,
to know you, it’s never too late.