Paradox

Sire Or Sir

They recklessly planted their seed,
Or deliberately wished for an heir.
Mistake or separation from the
Woman who bore the fruit
Had them running across the country.
They left their own far away
From reach.
Abandoned them to start anew
On a clean slate with another woman.

The past has ways of echoing into
The future.
The forgotten are remembered
And unresolved issues carry grudges.
Their seed never forgot,
As it grew into a plant it wondered
Why it knows so little of it's own
Origin and family tree.
Patronizing answers from its mother became unsatisfactory
With time.
Time brought one unforgivable question,
' Where is he now?'

Then they remember what they
Left behind.
They come knocking on the door
As if nothing has changed,
Despite the years and unanswered
Questions.
They wish to pick up where they
Left off as if no damage was done.
' You're mine, my blood, yes you're
Mine.'

The seed grew up with no
Origin.
Grew from a seed to a shooting
Without a father.
Never learnt to ride a bike or
Lessons children learn from fathers.
The shooting became a plant,
Questioning and wondering
Till it learnt to never rely on anyone.
Now you show up on its door
Demanding respect and recognition,
Can you not see,
Your seed is a tree alone,
You taught it with your absence
To rely on no one but itself.
Now you cry bitterly at night.

Oh cry away deadbeat father.
For you never fathered me when I
Needed you the most.
When you lose sleep at night again,
Ask yourself this, ' Are you sire or
Sir?'