confusion
I reacieved a letter in the mail on tuesday from my biological father.
He had sent it in reply to my adoption request.
He said that he has been looking for me for years, that he was sorry for failing me as as father
and is happy to hear that dad was the type of man that I would want to be adopted by.
He said he hoped when I had turned eighteen that I would have had the desire to find him.
Then he said that though he may have not been a dad to me, he would always remain my father.
He also infomed me of a half sister whom I have always known about but had little intrest in finding, but aparently she found out about me only in high school and has tried ever since to find me...So I will be going to pennivania on my break to meet her.
I don't believe your senserity
I don't believe you tried
That feeling of finality
does not intend to cloud my mind
I never was left wanting
For the father figuer I deserved
Nor did I go exporing
to find the one unheard
So while you may be freed from guilt
And hoping for some new begining
Don't pull out that family quilt
And collect you hapless winnings
Because I am not so soon convinced
I don't think it's considered fair
Fond memories of you do not exist
So you wont find me there.
by the way he spelt my name wrong!
He had sent it in reply to my adoption request.
He said that he has been looking for me for years, that he was sorry for failing me as as father
and is happy to hear that dad was the type of man that I would want to be adopted by.
He said he hoped when I had turned eighteen that I would have had the desire to find him.
Then he said that though he may have not been a dad to me, he would always remain my father.
He also infomed me of a half sister whom I have always known about but had little intrest in finding, but aparently she found out about me only in high school and has tried ever since to find me...So I will be going to pennivania on my break to meet her.
I don't believe your senserity
I don't believe you tried
That feeling of finality
does not intend to cloud my mind
I never was left wanting
For the father figuer I deserved
Nor did I go exporing
to find the one unheard
So while you may be freed from guilt
And hoping for some new begining
Don't pull out that family quilt
And collect you hapless winnings
Because I am not so soon convinced
I don't think it's considered fair
Fond memories of you do not exist
So you wont find me there.
by the way he spelt my name wrong!