Godfather

My father died back when I was very young. I remember staring straight at his body as he rest on and I couldn’t bring myself to tears.

Everyone around me kept crying profusely but I was stoned cold hearted. 

It is true that everyone has their ways in which they handle grief, but mine came years after in moments I felt this was were and here I needed a father. 

Then came God, offering the warmth and protection of a father as I tried every versions of becoming a man. 

It is true that I’m still struggling with life and my relationship with him but I must admit, there are many situations that I felt would have ended me, but then comes along my Godfather, constantly keeping his promise of been a father to the fatherless and a protector to the widows.