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he hasn't been my father for all my life

he once loved my mother but never made her his wife

his choices were not many in those early days of

proclaimed propriety

one just didn't do things that if admitted would shock

society

but mother and my newly discovered daddy did

and I am a product of their made public indiscretion

a hostile angry kid

at first, I thought it impossible to get close to a father

who is a total stranger

and in my heart at the time I never once guessed that I

was anywhere near to that of being in danger

of loving a kindly old man who suddenly claimed to be

my father out of the proverbial blue

but mother when confronted confirmed her carefully

guarded secret so what else could I do

but believe it as it stands and move on

now, oddly enough for nearly nine months my mother has

been gone

and all that is left by way of a parent is a father I've known

for less than a year

with him saying softly, "daughter, you know we're the only two

we have left" in my ear

he only wants to help, maybe even make a little of it

up to me if he possibly can

I debated about accepting until nearly everyone I spoke to

of him

said, "Ah the Chief now, you can't do much better for he's a damn good man"..............

(written March 29,1993 am)