The father you know
Is a construct made up from  
Odd parts
Like some Frankenstein's monster
Put together by you
From things you heard
And impressions you have
Based on his actions

His intentions you knew nothing of  
Nor of the sorrows
He felt over the decisions he made
And how they were not always his
To make
But were often the results of
Consequences out of his control

You will see over time
How he mourned for you
And how the father you know
Is nothing like the person  
He really is