My Real Father

By Lexie Landeros

 

My real father is just a faded memory

someone I don’t remember, someone I can’t

remember

Everytime I try, it just fades away

 

My real father bought my love

instead of showing me love

 

My real father loves liquor

and parties more than

he loves my brother and me

 

My real father left the family

when I was three years old

and I’ve never seen him since

but if I ever get a chance

to meet my real father now

that I’m fourteen, I would

like to thank him for trying

his best

I just wish I would’ve gotten

to have known my real father better