The rose that you have given me twenty five years ago, I still keep it in a book that I read, the rose has dried out. It still looks fresh to me as the day  that you gave it to me .I often pick up that book and still look at that rose and hold it near my heart,  sometimes with tears rolling down my face and can not believe all of this.

You gave me a rose and a wonderful son, but you then ran away and you never seen your first born son. You left me with responsibility and a broken heart.

I then learned to be a mom alone along the way, now I have a part of you to love for ever in my heart.

God gave me a wonderful son, who you have missed out of his childhood and young life.

Our son blue eyes remind me of the blue sky, just like once you have.

You went on with your life and never looked back on the responsibility of your son.

Your son and I did not now if you where alive.

  Twenty-five years have gone by you appeared as ghost in a hunted house.

The tears that rolled down on our son face when he mate you for his first time in he’s life.

You asked our son what he wanted to know about you and our son replied

 “I always wanted to know what you looked like.

But no tears came down your face only for our son to see a confused and shocking man.

You say you love him, but do you really? How could you really love him when you do not know our son at all?

Twenty-five years is a long time in a child life to be miss out from someone like you who wants the title of a Dad from his son.

You have launched arrows through his heart that  left scars. Only in time our son will tell if his scars will ever heal in his heart from someone who should have been his dad.