My Name Is Jace

I looked upon his saddened face Held together with dreams and grace, No father figure to stand there with Was needing or wanting a father, just a myth. "Hello" he said, "My name is Jace". Raised by a single female parent Fatherhood for some men is not inherent, But, there is his sister and also his mother How he wished for a father, or even a brother. Need in his his eyes, is quite apparent. He walks alone at a quicker pace As though he is in a trophy race, His grandmother takes him both here and there But, for a father he wishes only to care. "Hello", he said, "My name is Jace". I so pity that youthful lad For not knowing or feeling what I once had, A male who would always happily teach One who was there proudly, within my reach. But, he never was wanted by his dad. One day there will be no more chase No more need for a kiss, or one to embrace, He'll meet the man to which he was denied The father for which he had many times cried, Unto him he'll say, "Hello, my name is Jace". Randy L. McClave