Letter Poem #1~ Father

Well what do I know about you?
I know the clear, 
Your name, 
And your birth year 

I know that you can't cook
And there's nothing you can learn about me in a textbook
I know that you don't get me
Something you might not ever see 

I know that every broken promise that came true, 
Probably came from you
But also that I don't hold much of a grudge 
And my dislike for you, you probably misjudged

I know that others have it worse
And that this is just a simple curse 
To have you nowhere nearby 
But over that I won't cry

I know that you've given up on us before 
And that to you, we probably feel like a chore
And I know that to us, that's what you've become 
And that from our minds you go to and from

Maybe it was the years separated
And the days I hated
But I feel renewed 
Not having to visit with you

And what's the point in meeting 
With who I will never again see? 
It's not like either of you really care about me 
Or whoever I will be 

And don't tell me I was pressured into sourness 
It was from you I learned I could be a coward 
And the days I missed you greatly, Surely have stopped

I know not much about you, 
That much can be proved true
But what do you know about me?
Time will tell, and I will see..