Honor thy Father and thy Mother,
but God didn’t think of you when
writing the commandment.
How I prayed for you to call,
and how I would cry when
there was no messages from you.
I always questioned what I did
to make you not love me, and
what I did to make you treat me
this way. You said your neglect
was what’s best — was it for me or you?
Why couldn’t you stick up for me when
your wife tore into me, and stirred up
the pot. She said she did it for you,
for us. But, she ended up ripping the
bread and dipping it into acid instead of wine.
Does it bother you that you never saw me grow up?
Does the amount you’ve missed ever
hurt you like it did me? No rites of passage —
no prom nights or high school graduations.
No elementary school finger paintings or
middle school angst. You walked away
from it all. And now, you’ll miss walking
down the aisle with me, or a father’s
first dance. You missed the chance
of knowing me. You may blame others,
but it’s no one’s fault but your own.
I must confess.
It bothers me.