Father

To my father,
I wish to tell you,
that I still love you,
but with a mangled, wounded heart.
You've damaged it,
that is undeniable.
You say you wish to be a part of my life again.
Then I feel as though you,
are going to have to wait for that.
I know this divorce is not your fault,
and I am pleased the both of you are happy,
but father I-I,
I detest you for loving her.
I understand one must move on,
and I am happy also, for you to have found love again,
but I am not happy that you were able to move on,
so quickly.
You tell me you weren't going to wait forever.
Well perhaps a little while longer would have been a little more appropriate, no?
I suppose that doesn't matter now.
What's done is done.
I hope you two are happy.
Buy I shall never meet this woman,
my arms will never welcome her.
You say not to judge her before I meet her,
perhaps I am not judging her but merely you.
Perhaps I don't with to meet her, because I don't with to see you.
Perhaps the thought of you together makes my stomach churn,
PERHAPS THE THOUGHT OF YOU WITH ANY ONE ELSE OTHER THAN MY MOTHER MAKES ME CRY!
PERHAPS this hurts me more that you will EVER know.
Perhaps this, dear father,
is the last thing I will write for you.
Just know I will always love you,
but nothing more than I have,
and nothing more than I do.

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2008