A Tale of A Dad

A tale of a Dad,
A story once bright,
And his dearest son,
Though not born of his blood.

This dad was the best—
With gifts,
With care,
With laughter that filled the air.

But the tale shifted,
The light dimmed,
The son no longer dearest—
Not anymore,
For his blood has been found.

Now he’s just a dad,
And the quarrels grow,
The mistreatment shows,
Favoritism takes its toll,
And the laughter fades,
Replaced by anger.

Yet, this tale can turn,
The story isn’t done.
The son can forgive,
Can release the weight,
And see the great dad he once knew.

Forgiving the fights,
The wounds,
The mistakes.
Not to forget,
But to heal.

So the son may rise,
Become a dad himself,
And break the chain,
Ending the cycle,
To write a new tale—
One of love,
One of hope.