Father I want to thank you for the memories even if they were not mine or always kind to me: my mother taught me to always respect my elders even though death parted us all thirteen years ago.

The unwanted memories still remain.

The most innnocent I could imagine being and breaking my own Heavenly Father’s heart.

How could you forget all these beers ago, haunted by your own past.

Still waiting for you to remember that’s why you were doing screaming and yelling “Embers, embers” while the church member was still there, you hit my brother in the face.

Such a shame

Shameful disgusting disgrace

Seven years before where were you to protect your daughter?

I hope your stupid little friend was aware of that I would grow up still gentle yet strong.

I hated that unwanted feeling, but it left me with a song to write and a signature on my back

Still your youngest little darling grew up.

Father please forgive me

Not knowing what you were let alone who I was