She asked me to write life without a father
Eish it hurts
To me it’s like i don’t know what is a father
I grew with a pain of looking for a father
I wished i could hear that tough voice
Calling , talking or even saying good words
But i never knew that or even experience it
My mom had to play two figures at the every same time
I have learned it that way
Life without a father it’s a hard core
How would you describe a home without a father
I’m not crying for him but all i needed was his presence
Now I’m a grown man
I keep asking myself
How will I father my kids tomorrow