The Quest

A path had been chosen,
so long ago,
To which I welcomed and wanted,
beyond all else.

To have a child,
at such a young age.
was a mistake to many.
Yet, I knew that this is what must be done.

Hence, a Daughter arrived,
with hair and eyes of coal.
She was cherished and adored - the love of my life.
We would always be, I vowed, the best of friends.

The day came when words were like punches,
her heart filled with hatred.
Forgiveness is not what she could give,
for I had done her wrong.

Forever, it seems,
as to how long we've spoken.
Letters and cards go unanswered,
As the years pass me by.

She is stubborn,
yet, not much as I.
For I shall never give up on this quest,
Til the day I die.