You Call Yourself a Father

Growing up was hard for me, I think i grew up to soon, I had to take charge in the big brother role, But also i had to take hold to the father role somehow. My mom was the only one who was there for her children, We knew that she loved us, She was in love with my father but he wasn't faithful, So she found someone else who showed her true love. My siblings never truly understood it, I tried my best to encourage them to behave, Which they listened but to a certain point, Finally my mom married her true love and the caos began. My father tried to step back in the picture, My siblings began to side with my father not knowing the seriousness, I decided to talk to them one-on-one but neither of them listened, They wanted for my mom and father to be together. One day my mother sat them down, Telling them the hurt and pain she experienced with my father, She explain to them the whole nine yards, They understood then and began looking at my father differently. Getting to the stage of middle school, We began to see less of our father, It was his choice...not ours, He wouldn't call for our birthdays or holidays, So we leaned mostly on our step-father, They wouldn't accept him as father, He would do all he could for us, But instead the only one(s) who really let him be a father figure was me and the youngest brother. My step-father loves my mom and has been there for her going on Fifteen years. He is a firm talk like he's a policeman or something, But he is a nice person. My mom loves him and so do we. So this is a message for all of the children out there who has a no good father....if your mom has a man or husband, please treat him right because he is there to protect your mom and you all. Thanks for listening!!