I don’t know why

your scaly hands grabbed mom

when all you needed to do

was ask for money.

I don’t know why

your crusty lips belched my name

when I wouldn’t give you my

time of day.

I don’t know why

you abandoned us ,

leaving mom to feed three kids

with little money.

I don’t know why

your drug runs

were at the top of your mind,

while I, was sinking in the frigid

bleached snow

impatient for pick up.

I don’t know why

your arms were

always so

bandaged and bruised

by the pricks of your ignorance.

I don’t know why

your decaying, rusted teeth

mumbled the words--

I don’t even consider you

my daughter anymore

when I wouldn’t fulfill

your urging desires.

I only know why

you, my filthy father

chose amnesiac drugs,

instead of loving me--

your own

daughter.