Whoever said blood is thicker than water obviously didn’t know my dad. I was only three months old when he cast genes aside and chose to be my father
It was love at first sight he used to say Not with the 20-year-old divorcee he found dining alone the woman I call mom but with the infant bound and sleeping silently beside her unaware of the father she didn’t know or the one she was about to.
My dad fell in love that day with a child that wasn’t his He fell in love with me And even when a sister came later who shared his DNA our bond ran fathoms deep His fatherly ocean seeping into every crack and fissure of my life in a way blood never could.
My veins bleed the crystal clarity of his love Rivers of calm, sparkling pride I now pour into my own daughter A daughter I too chose