In memory of a man, a father so cold

Whose heart was as frigid as the winter's snow

He wedded not once, but twice in his life

Yet his actions towards his wives brought only strife

My mother, a woman of grace and love

Fell victim to his vices, his sins from above

She suffered in silence, her spirit broken

Her light dimmed, her words left unspoken

And so I grew up in a house of despair

My father's pleasure, a constant nightmare

He cared not for the pain he caused

Nor the hearts he left bruised and raw

His second bride, my stepmother fair

Lay in her bed, burdened with despair

His neglect and infidelity left her bedridden

Her once bright eyes now heavy with hidden

I look in the mirror, I see his face

A reminder of the sins, the disgrace

I carry his legacy, his burden of shame

A cursed passed down. a stain on my name

I hate him, with every fiber of my being

His actions, his choices, so demeaning

I am his favorite legacy, his prized possession

A reminder of his sins, his great transgression

So I carry on, in this life of mine

A constant battle, a never-ending line

Between forgiveness and hatred, love and pain

A son of a man, forever stained

His name, a stain on our family's name

A man of deceit, a man of shame

In his wake, he leaves broken hearts

Torn apart by his selfish and reckless darts

I cling to hope that one day he'll change

But deep down, I know it's all in vain

So here lies a man whose deeds betray

The love and trust he cast away

And as for me, his son true

I'll break free from his shadow, start anew

For I am not defined by his sins

I'll rise above, my own story begins.