A poem for my daughters

The day is May 27th 2016, seeing as we are approaching June and this will unfortunately be one of the many Father’s days I will miss you, my children, here is a poem. Rosemary Parker and Willow Parker (Moran, as you will always be and hopefully change back to someday.)

Father’s Day
A little girl needs Daddy
For many, many things:
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!

Like being the deep music
That tells her all is right
When she awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.

Like being the great mountain
That rises in her heart
And shows her how she might get home
When all else falls apart.

Like giving her the love
That is her sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
She’ll always find him there.

I do not see you often, but
I see you every day.
I’ve taken you along with me
As I’ve been kept away.

We talk about the things that fill
A life with love and pain,
But our timeless golden time,
Unspoken, still remains.

You will always be my daughter,
And I, your faithful Dad.
The days may turn like waterwheels,
For somethings make me sad.

The thought of you will make me glad
No matter where I am.
You are the place that cannot feel
[ … ], my silent fan.v

A poem for my daughters

Good Morning in March

Hello my children, it’s another morning as I sit down to write these words at work before things start to really pick up. I had dreams about you last night. I read you both the Hobbit as I put you to bed, I sang you both the song of the Dwarves, the one Willow loved so much. Remember how she insisted to see the video of the mountains Rosie? It’s getting warm again outside, if we were together I bet we would be gearing up to go to the pool again and maybe even the water park at the zoo. I wonder what new things are you doing in your lives today? We have recently had some exciting news in our house, as our cat, yes we have a cat, her name is Sofia, and she had kittens. Four teeny little cute kittens, I think we are going to keep two and give two away, ugh we are going to need a bigger litter box. I was cleaning it out yesterday in the basement and man does that cat go a lot. I also nearly tripped over a bag I have down there of your things. It seems I just can’t bring myself to get rid of any of those things, they are yours and I don’t exactly know why but I can’t let go of them, it gives me hope for some reason of seeing you again some day. I’m starting to get quite emotional and I can’t have that at work, so I am going to stop my post for today. I miss you and I love you my little Moran girls. I never thought I’d hear myself saying this but hurry up and grow up so you can come back to your real family.

 

Good Morning in March

Another Difficult Morning

Hello again my children, family and friends and world that finds these words. Today was another difficult morning for me. I have been on and off the phone with the Child Support Enforcement Agency since at my reluctance signing away the rights to my precious children. Throughout this process back when the wage garnishment began, I have been living off of $11,300 roughly around that for about three years now. For those that may be unfamiliar that paltry amount of money is below the current Federal Poverty Line. I would like to point out that the point of me writing today is not simply to complain about money because it most certainly is not ABOUT the money, but people need money to live, even a half decent life. The only reason I was able to survive at all was because I had the good graces of my Mother, God bless her a million times over.

As I lay down to bed each night I cannot help but wonder, what about the men who do not have this option? What do they do? When the Child Support Enforcement Agency takes so much money they cannot afford to live? Well I can certainly after speaking with many many individuals tell you that a great number end up living extremely cheaply in squalor like housing. By this effect, if said men are trying to pay court fees, lawyers because they don’t have requisite knowledge of the law to be pro se(self represented legal representatives), paying for rent, for food, maybe some minor form of entertainment?, you get the point I am trying to make here I believe dear readers, they cannot afford it. If one is back due on said support the court imposes fines, upon those unpaid fines jail time, which now means these people are not working and making money to pay said fine. The area they are able to afford to live in is likely one of high crime and these men often in mental anguish and not able to afford help resort to alcohol, drugs, or other desperate measures because they don’t know what to do with all this pain and against this State stacked deck. So what then happens? They are churned through our ugly system of law, only perpetuating a problem of recidivism, mental illness, and criminal offenses. Is this the free America we know and love? Does this REALLY happen in OUR country? We can’t be so uncivilized..but we are.

I was told today that the money that has been garnished from my own wages is in limbo until the adoption of the children goes through probate court, which the Supervisor is sure will take less than a year, again by the own good graces of a lovely partner I am able to stay above the awful line of depravity I outlined for you above. This cannot go on, ladies and gentlemen, Mothers and Fathers, THIS CANNOT GO ON! This disgusting system has to change and something must be done, I don’t know entirely how to do that at the moment but I will dedicate a part of my life to trying to figure it out. There are of course groups for Father’s Rights, one that introduces legislation every so often but it is ran by a man with no income, who is a sociopathic, racist self righteous ass of an individual, whom I am convinced suffers from several maladies of mental illness. People like that make these issues about gender, it is not an issue of gender, not really. In this particular paradigm the deck of the State is stacked against men, in other areas it is women’s issues, however one thing is very clear, Child Support, Family Court, and the Criminal Justice System are a broken mess that need an enema.

One of the most particularly glaring “ugly” patches or black eye’s if you will on the Stark County Family Court is the way all the lawyers know and interact with one another. Now, I know what you may say and definitely what the lawyers would say is that they need to “maintain a working relationship” so forth and so on, mm well to the client that doesn’t seem fair I must say. This system of law is built around an adversarial system, it is built upon the premise whether in Family Court or criminal to prove the other side is lacking evidence and lying in open court, it is BY NATURE adversarial. Should judges be allowed to commiserate with lawyers over lunch and dinner? (A common occurrence in Stark County Courts mind you) Should they be allowed to be non elected officials in Family Court but rather appointed positions? These people…are making decisions that will affect our lives forever and they are not even elected officials. Family Court has no jury, no third party impartial way for peers to decide innocence or guilt or what may or may not be “in the best interest of the child” other than an often biased and naive, LAWYER that Stark County Fmaily Court calls a “Guardian ad Litem”.  Divorce, Family Law, is a nightmare not only in Stark County but everywhere in this country, a friend who is a lawyer once said to me “I stay out of that building because nothing they do there makes any sense, you can’t even call it law.” Is this the kind of system we want making those decisions for us?

In closing these thoughts today I focus now on thoughts of my children, I had a dream the other night we were at the water park at the Columbus Zoo again, the three of us happy, we didn’t have a care in the world floating in inner tubes down the lazy river. I love and miss you my beautiful girls, and I can’t wait again to see your smiling faces, sincerely your father,

Nathaniel Evan Chuchanis Moran.

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Another Difficult Morning

I miss you so much.

Dear Rosemary and Willow Moran or Parker if that is what you are now going by. I am starting this blog so that in hopes some day you are able to locate me and reconnect with our family. I will settle into this as time goes on but making this first post is hard for me, I am sitting at my desk at work and all I can think about is the fun we had last Summer, and how much I miss and am going to miss you. I want to start this by saying I was taken away from you by the hate that your mother and I could not let go of. She has told you that I have done horrible and untrue things, and everyone in the court authority believes her and what she has told you to say save for law enforcement. In an effort to stop putting you in the middle of this mess and to hope that someday she stops or abates damaging you psychologically I signed adoption papers at the last court hearing. It was the hardest decision I have ever made in my life, I was up for nights in a row screaming in pain and crying until I had no energy left and sleep only came when I could no longer be awake to lament losing you. I expect you will be told in some manner conducive to making it light and acceptable that I did not want you. That  cannot be further from the truth, I did the only thing I knew I was capable of doing within the bounds of the law and reason to try and keep you safe and out of further harms way. I will continue to post to this blog about my feelings, our past and experiences, and hope that you come across it in order to contact and reconnect with our family. There are many people waiting for you to love you and tell you the truth of what really happened. I love you forever and always,

your father, Nathaniel Evan Chuchanis Moran.11813532_1112339095461179_4635178565384938358_n

I miss you so much.