Object Poem

I remember your face always as a memory, a past of you blurred.
The happiness I can see on the surface, was I to young to concur?
A simple smile, those old squinting eyes.
My love was blind and unsure, I never knew why I was to be blamed for your mistakes, you wrong deeds.
Kept pondering, wondering where you had gone, had my strength and source of encouragement been hidden? without your guidance where did I shine?
When I needed you the most, a hand to hold, a finger to wipe a tear from my cheek, those nights and days asking and calling but never recieveing a answer or birthday wish.
My father, my dad, my childhood abandoned.