Father Figure

“Sorry Honey, I can’t pay my child support this month. It’s been slow at work.”

“Mommy, I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?”

I’m sorry, child. It’s been slow at work. We won’t be eating tonight.

“Macaroni and cheese with tuna, Sweetheart.”

“Oh, gross.”

I know your birthday is in two weeks, but I’ve decided to run off with this woman without telling you goodbye. I won’t be seeing you again, but always remember that your Daddy loves you.

Yeah, right. I’m sure they’ll remember. For a long time.

“Mommy, we need a Daddy for our new house.”

“I’ll be the Daddy, Honey.”

The best one they ever had.

© 1994 Karen Farrell, all rights reserved

This poem was published in the Fall 1994 Bayou Review.

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