A Chip Off The Old Block

I'm sorry dad

I cannot be like you!
I may have your blood and genes
Yet we are so so different.

My brother could have been your reincarnation.

It's acceptable to have a favourite, I guess?
And it was not I.
I'm not bitter, just sad I think.

For my brother and not you!

Who wants a baby at your age?
You wanted the sex though!
Not the product of such actions.

Do you see why you had not influence?
You had not control and not love?
You had nothing of me.

You only became interested when I earned.
But as I earned I learned.
I learned that I am better than the sum of my biological additions.

You may have made me,
But I created me!
You created my brother, moulded him.
And where is he now?

I pray not beside you.
For his death lays on your shoulders.
19 years of age he was.
What a waste of a future.

All on you!

I hope you are in hell and I hope the beast below makes you look up.
I hope you can see what happiness looks like.
While you endure misery.

Your daughter has a fantastic life.
The son you didn't want is doing pretty good too.

We made our vow and we learned.

How to love our children
For who and what they are.

So I'm sorry dad.

Not now not ever will I be like you.