Father’s day has always been a very painful day for me. I felt the emptiness of never having met my father while growing up. I felt an even greater loss, because he didn’t care about me at all. He walked out on my mother when she wouldn’t abort me. This year, I chose to do something different. I chose to honor the father who has always been faithfully with me, with this poem.
My bio-father wanted me aborted,
A heartbreaking fact I have had to bear.
His wishes, however, were thwarted,
By another father who surely did care.
A father with much richer, future plans,
For this embryo, so fragile and forlorn.
He guarded me with his very own hands,
Instead of allowing my flesh to be torn.