Mark I. Kirkmeyer


Some choose parents to never be
But soft went my heart when did see
The daughter I thought was mine
balled up fists ready to whine
The day I signed away my right
Was the day of my greatest fight
She was better off without the war
Between her mother and her father
I did what I thought for the child was best
And put my heart and soul to the test
About parenthood, I won’t complain
But I don’t want to go there again.

This poem is a response to “Parenthood” ©Copyright July 1, 2002 by Danielle N. Calhoun