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