Rebirth
By Michael H., Gilford, NH
I wish I could understand my father He was that guy who always got in trouble Always fighting the world At least that’s what my mom always told me I mean, he left when I was off to school for the first time I came home yelled for my dad and nothing No one came for me - no one came to ask how my day was He must have gone out - he’ll be back soon Four years later I realized Daddy wasn’t coming home My mom tried to explain to me How he just had to go somewhere and he would be back soon Come back to hug me or play a game He never came back home where his little man was I didn’t get it at first - why had he abandoned me? Why had he left me and Mommy? Did he not love us - did she do something wrong? I saw him one day in the store years later He had a kid by him who was clutching his leg So, what you in the mood for today, kid I walked up to him and asked if I knew him Nope, I don’t think you do know me - am I supposed to know you?
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