His Father

You can see it in our faces, by the looks in our eyes. There's no way I am the father. They who said it told you lies. You can tell by our behavior that our blood is not the same. There is nothing yet convincing spare the fact we share a name. I am just the one who raised him, used to tuck him into bed. I'm the one who continued working to make sure my son was fed. The one to whom this boy was crying. I would teach him to be strong. The one on whom he was relying without his father all along. I'm the one who gave him money and I taught him how to spend. Despite it all, you know what's funny? He was succesful in the end. I'm the one who paid attention to his desires and his needs. This I say with apprehension but don't expect you to agree. I'm just the man who taught him values, principles to get him by. I taught him how to read the Bible for more instruction he applies. I was overjoyed to watch him measure up to be a man. No, I couldn't be his father. I am just the one who showed him that I truly can. Chanté Walker November 22, 2024