For my two fathers: 
one who showed me how to love 
and one I wish I could have had a chance to love...



Throughout my childhood years,
I had the perfect daddy:
Patient, loving when drying my tears,
Also bringing me joy from day to day. 
He was a man of great faith and wisdom,
Teaching me to love and pray;
I felt like a princess in his presence
As he always strived to show me the way.



When I became a vivacious teenager,
For me, he remained a special person.
He would never speak to me in anger,
Guiding me on the path of reason.



But it was at that very moment,
That my heart felt full of strife;
Since through my prism, it became apparent
That another man had given me life.



I crossed his path at times so few;
Not a word was ever uttered
But his eyes told me that he knew
What everyone had tried to keep a secret.



Then one March day, the Lord beckoned my daddy.
Those moments, I would not want to relive;
In a moment, he was taken from his family
Bringing with him Mom's will to live.
Not long after this deep sorrow,
I heard that my real father was ailing.
But once again, I remained a shadow
Not wanting to hurt his wife and add a suffering.



But it does not mean that I did not cry;
I yearned so much to tell him I was okay,
And when he left for his place in the sky,
I wept for the hug that would never come my way.



But as I meet one by one his siblings
And fortunately for me, many of his children,
That he was a great man, I now have an inkling,
A person full of charm and determination.



Even though in my heart so confused,
I will always have only one daddy,
I am also proud of my roots,
Both helping me become who I am today.



So daddy I still need you by my side
As my guardian angel on this rocky road.
But I'm assured that I can say with pride:
"Another angel is surely helping with the load."



After having written this poem, 
I was filled with an inner peace 
I had not felt for a long time. 
I'm sure my two angels were watching over me.

© Suzanne Boucher