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The Blueprint - A 4-Poem Series

Updated on June 1, 2014


Three months after I was born, my mother left my father and took me with with her. She divorced him and remarried by the time that I was a year and a half old. My first step-father adopted me while I was still very young. In fact, until I was 20 years old, I believed that man was my biological father.

After I found out the truth of my paternity, I pretty much broke all ties with my step-father. If you read here, you will see why. I did my best to establish a relationship with my biological father, but there were occasions where we wouldn't speak for extended periods of time. I have no real reasons, but all the lame excuses are the same as those usually given by others, i.e. work responsibilities, family obligations, other life factors.

My father passed away suddenly in June 2008. Despite spending a lot of time with him a few months before his death, I realized that there was much that I didn't know about my father. I started asking questions. Through my mother, paternal grandmother and aunts, I learned many things about my father. These revelations led me to many wonders as to how I was at all like him. This series of poems explores those wonders. They also address the pain associated with growing up without knowing him or my paternal family, suffering the verbal and physical abuse of my first step-father, and trying to put the lies and secrets behind me. The words may seem simple and/or sophomoric, but the emotions are very intense.

My Mom (audience for Part I)
My Mom (audience for Part I) | Source

The Blueprint (Part I)

You escaped under an aegis of lies,
All to save an innocent
From a psychosocial arena.

You forgot about the genetic blueprint.

Now that the avoided is departed,
Do you still hear his voice...
...see his face
In the one you protected?

Some things can't be erased.

One day, the truth won't matter,
Much like the soul
That grew to be not so innocent.

One day, the blueprint will be burned...

...and lost forever.

(July 2008)

The Blueprint (Part II)

Are you like him?
You're every bit of him!
Are you like him?
You're nothing like him!

Do you look like him?
The resemblance is strong!
Do you look like him?
There are no tell-tale features!

Do you sound like him?
The ranting is familiar!
Do you sound like him?
The timbre is all wrong!

Are you like him?
You're a carbon copy!
Are you like him?
The blueprint is ....

(August 2008)

Becoming Ashes
Becoming Ashes | Source

The Blueprint (Part III)

She never forced
Your literal hand,
But you pushed
Her figurative one.
You hit, and she ran.
She saved a little one
From the habit you created,
But I’m not so little anymore.

She passed her pain to me,
And while carrying it,
I found a lot of my own.
I blamed her for so long,
But it was you.
Now, I can only scream
At a grave.

I’m not you.
You’re not my blueprint.
Without my own child,
Your pain dies
With me.
The blueprint is ashes.

(September 2008)

My Dad (my blueprint?)
My Dad (my blueprint?) | Source

The Blueprint (Part IV)

where were you
to fight for what was yours
where were you
to stake your claim
who were you
to let it escape
who were you
to give up on me
what are you
if not the source for my fear
what are you
if not my blueprint

(December 2008)

© 2013 Charles Dawson


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      Kari Shinal 4 years ago from Seligman AZ

      Gotta tell you Chuck, this hits home in many ways with me. My birth father wasn't around my whole life and I really didn't understand it. Not so sure I should go into things about my step dad but one thing is certain. I know that I am not the blueprint of what my Parents created. I am me. A different persona entirely. As are you. Well written, well said, and congratulations for showing the emotions as you have. Thank You!