My Father Isn't Mine

12/23/2004....

"You're not your father's child.", she says.
She thinks that it is time,
For me to know the truth today.
My "father" isn't mine.

"I only know his name", she says.
Does not know his where abouts.
I ask her if she's sure of this,
She says, "Without a doubt."

"I know no more to tell.", she says.
Though it was his child she carried,
She drove him to the airport,
So in days, he could be married.

She came home to her husband.
In months, a baby came.
Even though, her eyes were blue,
Under "father", signed his name.

When I finally found this blue eyed man,
And my search for him was done,
I told to him, my mother's name.
He said that he knew none.

He said he chose not to have children,
And has yet to, all these years.
So still, I'm not my father's child,
But these blue eyes won't shed tears...


This is a true story... Now I know the reasoning behind the poem I wrote "Dear, Daddy". The poem I wrote because of a brown eyed man...