This day comes every year in June,
a yearly reminder of what I have lost,
like a battle wound, a scar to remind me of the pain
that you caused and continue to inflict.
A day of celebration for most,
showering gifts & cards of gratitude and love.
I have no gift or cake for you father on this day -
only a bitter after taste that reminds me of your absence.
I give thanks to you this year father
for contributing to my downfall,
for the emotional scars and low self-esteem,
for the cruel remarks followed by a long silence.
Another year will pass
but this day will return - unlike you,
A constant reminder of the unloveable self.
Happy father's day - I hope one of us is.
15th June 2001
