father

Written by: Dana Teske

your eyes are not my eyes
your blood does not run though my veins
you made me angry and at times i despised you
you taught me math and share your lunches
even brought me birthday presents
i fought with you i yell at you
 maybe i even admired you 
your blood is not my blood 
your face is not my face
your love is my love 
and my love is your love 
in my heart is where i hold you
for you are father