Father
I looked at the time. It was 2.18 in the morning… Hopeless.. I was sleepless again. I laid down on my back with my hands behind my head, thinking about people… Then I came to think about those kids I had used to see. Those kids with a Father… A Father I never had… I close my eyes for awhile, took a deep breath and then I opened them again.. I wasen’t at home. I was at the beach.. The sun was high on the sky, the wind blowed cold on my cheek and the sky was blue... Blue as the ocean… There was no one there. Just a man.. With a child sitting on his shoulders. The child smiled to me as the sunshine fell on his cheek. The last thing I saw was the smile of the man as they passed me by… I closed my eyes shut again.. Took a deep breath and then I opened them.. I wasen’t on the beach anymore.. I was standing on a bridge.. It was grey as the mist itself, surrounding me. I coulden’t see where the bridge stopped. No either where it began.. I leened towards the railing and looked down from the bridge. I saw the mist dance on the water below me and I saw three black birds.. Flying past me. Three.. a number I always have hated.. Three stands for more than a number.. It stands for Mother, Father and Son.. Toghether… My father had never been there for me. He had never made a call to me. No either came to visit.. For me.. Is he dead. Dead as the death itself..
‘’Come on Joey!’’ A voice shouted. I looked at the side. There was a man looking at my way. He wasen’t looking at me.. ‘’I’m on my way Dad! Slow down!’’ A boy shouted as he walked pass me. The man waited for him and when the boy came to the man they both walked away. I was jealous.. Why did he had a Father and not me? ‘’Pffh’’ I said to myself. I have no Father, and no either do I need one. Once again I closed my eyes. I took a new deep breath and then I opened them again.
‘’Pass the ball Micheal!’’ A voice called out as the ball passed my nose. I wasen’t at the bridge anymore. I was at the Basketball plan. I smiled for myself and watched a guy score for his team. I don’t need a Father. I learned how to throw an basketball by myself, I learned how to bike by myself, I learned how to dress by myself, I learned how to read by myself and I even learned how to talk to the ladies by myself. I didn’t needed him then and I don’t need him now! It’s just… That I miss him.. I miss something that I never had.. A Father.. Someone to look up to.. Someone that would learn me all those things.. That I had to learn myself.. A boy that gets raised by a Father and a Mother will one day grow up to a man. But a boy who gets raised with just one of them. Grows up to be a leader.

2010-02-01 @ 02:49:24 - Jimmy Blomberg

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July 2011