I move forward past the old memories.
Past the one with the angry glare.
And past the one who slouched or became irate when I cried,
And past the one who slurred his words.
The one who asked me to "fetch another drink!"
Because he is not who he used to be.
Now I look forward to he who speaks to me kindly,
Who asks me to hug him one more time,
Or just stay five more minutes.
I look forward to he who encourages me in school work
And tells me to always try my heardest.
I look forward to he who talks me through rough times,
He who doesn't see me for my worst qualities,
But who sees me for my best qualities.
I move forward from the past because that is not who he is anymore.
I look forward to the father that I've always wanted, always needed,
THE MAN WHO MY FATHER IS TODAY.