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My Father's Song
I don’t know who you are,
And I don’t know where you’ve been.
I don’t remember your face,
Blur of childhood mars my memories.
You’re just someone in a picture,
Holding a baby tightly, me.
I wonder would you recognize me now?
Would you be proud of what you’d see?
Would you care?
I don’t know why you’ve made the choices you did.
You destroyed way more then just your own life.
Do you ever regret it, not being there for me?
My first day of school, you weren’t there,
To see your baby girl off,
It’s not you who kissed me goodbye,
Tears in eyes, so similar to mine,
I don’t know what it’s like to say Daddy,
You never earned the spot.
Do you lie awake late at night sometimes,
Wondering where I am?
Do you even remember me?
How could you just give up so easily,
On a baby who smiled up at you with her big blue eyes,
Was I not worth living for?
Most important days of my life,
The day I graduate, day I’m married,
I’ll always be looking over my shoulder,
Will I ever see you in the crowd?
After all this time, I’ll be so strong and proud,
Would you look at me with regret in your eyes?
You’ll reach your hand to mine,
For the first time…will I take it?
I don’t know.

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