O sweet child
How your eyes glistened like the sun,
Your heart radiating
With kindness and compassion,
Yet here you lay
Broken
Trampled by the world and its ways.
I do not pity you
But know that
I love you.
I could pick you up and mend your wounds
But I shall not..
Instead I will throw you to the wolves
And guide you to survival
I am not your friend
I am not your savior
I am your father
Do not forget me.