My Dad

September 30, 2009
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I ask, where’s my dad, mom?
Her answer hit me like a bomb.
I cried my little heart out.
What could this be about?

Why did we have to leave?
We had to go, yes I believe.
He hurt you, and that’s bad.
I can’t help, but to feel mad.

When he raised his hand,
You finally took a stand.
She took me away.
We were gone without his say.

All I know is his name.
For that, he has himself to blame.
He was never around to see me grow.
If he cares, I don’t know.

The times I think about him are few.
Because mom, I know I still have you.
So don’t worry about me.
I’m still happy as can be.

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Phoenix B. said...
Oct. 16, 2009 at 4:33 pm
wow that was great!
Brooke M. said...
Oct. 16, 2009 at 2:43 pm
that was awesome! Keep up the good work :)
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