Father to the Fatherless

I remember the confusion day after day,

only a child and oblivious to the world.

I remember hearing my mother pray

please, hear us and heal us.

I remember holding onto that feeling 

thinking everything was drifting away


At that age I didn’t know, 

I was naive to who was friend or foe

It may have taken time time

But i learned what biology does not define,


And despite what I felt I knew there was someone above,

watching over me I felt Him say,

It’s okay.

I’ve got you. 


I grew up well

and although my childhood wasn’t always swell,

I have a mother who loves me 

a father who would die for me

and a God who created me. 

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This poem is about: 
My family


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