Being a Father To You

From even before you were born A hope to mend what was torn You twisted and kicked up a storm Too eager to come into this home You heard my screams and shouts I'm not proud of my verbal insults To you I hope to be a better father Than I’ve been a lover to your mother She deserves much better I know And your welcome arrival, we both knew Wouldn’t be enough to mend the cuts Than ran too deep into our hearts I imagined your screeching laughter And your beautiful smile my daughter Because being a father to you I honestly have no light, no clue I wanted a brother for the angel Michael But God blessed us with you Chiazelle