Your Day – A Poem
It was going to rhyme. But that took from it. Forced words I didn’t want to say. So now it doesn’t. She wrote too, you know. Probably not for you. You were just a one night whirlwind of lust That danced into and straight back out of her life. And mine. I know because she told me. It doesn’t bother me…
Don’t think that it does. You were engaged at the time. Perhaps on a break. Or maybe she just tells herself that. To ease the guilt. You do not know of my conception. You do not know me. I long…sometimes…to know you. To see, if you are As she says… Like me. She says I have your eyes.
They always startle her. Today I find my thoughts treading softly down the path That could lead me to you. But then I think of your children. Whom you raised. Tucked into bed at night with a soft kiss and whispers of sweet dreams. Today, especially, I think of you. And long to know you. But today is your day. Not mine. 17th June 2010. “Father’s” Day. – Catherine