To you dad...part 2

My mom wrote you a poem,
when I was really sick.
You said you'd always cherish it,
I think that was a trick.
She wrote of how I'd love you,
no matter where you should be..
those words all came deep from her heart,
she spoke on behalf of me.
She said no matter near or far,
you'd always be my dad..
but now when that is thought of,
it makes me really mad!
Because how am I to love you,
when I don't even know you?
How can you be my dad,
when you don't know me too?
You think that sending a few dollars,
will make you be a father?
Let me tell you something,
she doesn't care if you even bother.
To be a dad is something more,
than money can ever show,
Someday you will see that,
someday you will know.
That a dad is something that,
you will never truly be,
I hope it tears you right apart,
when you think of me!
You see I think she wrote that
because she had hopes that,
a dad you'd be no matter what,
not just when you felt it,
its not like that!
So anyways here is part two,
of the poem written way back when.
And I want to let you know,
a lot has changed since then.
You mean less than nothing,
you'll never ever make it up!
And if you ever try to...
well too bad, thats tough!
It may be hard someday to see,
my friends who all have their dad,
but when I really think of it,
I think I will be glad.
I'll always have my mommy,
and you cant take that away.
And if I ever see you,
I probably will someday.
I hope you don't say hi to me,
because I think if you do,
then I will tell you straight out,
just what I think of you!

To Mark, on behalf of Evan....
March, 2005!