Maybe this poem is for all the little girls who never met their father
For the boy, who never understood those sons and daughters
Who would talk about their "daddy", and just sound so happy
And wonder why that can't be me.
Maybe this poem is for all the little kids
Who took a swift kick to the ribs for telling a fib
But never told their teacher they they had bruises
God forbid.
Or maybe this poem is for the child who misses who Dad used to be
When Mom and Dad would never disagree
And he still played with me and I can guarantee
That's how I thought it would always be.
This poem could be for any child, maybe,
Who never heard him call her "honey" or "baby"
His glances towards you now are so shady
Your idea of family is now shaking
And that hole in your heart for him is just aching.
Maybe this poem is for the kid whose Dad's at the bar
All night on the weekends and it's just so bizarre
That even when he does come home he still seems so far
And you're just waiting for the day that he totals more than a car.
Maybe this poem is for the homes filled with strife
When he comes home late at night
And nothing's all right and they just want to fight

I promise: Darkness is simply the absence of light.
Because maybe this poem is for the daughter
Who never met her father
Or for the boy that didn't know that "Son"
Wasn't a title that had to be earned or won

Maybe...






But no.

Actually, this poem is for all the people
Who think God is just a steeple.
This poem is for the broken
Whose stories are not spoken
Because they think the past shouldn't be reopened.
This poem is to tell you you're adopted
Even if your father opted to disappear
Because your God is here.
He will never forsake you or fail you
Or leave you or tell you, "you're nothing",
Because baby, you're something!
And even when you're bluffing and saying "It's nothing"
"Ha, it's nothing..."
He knows the pain's crushing.
He holds you, and molds you
And tells you he loves you
And he knows what you go through!
So to change your view
Of yourself and what's true
He'll simply say, "I own you"
So this poem is to tell you:

That you are the son, or daughter,



Of the very best Father.