Dear Dad

Dear Dad Why don’t you love me? The small brown eyed girl asked her father as he beat her at night, then with a smile in the morning he’d scoop her up in his arms to play. Why don’t you love me? The bigger brown eyed girl asked her father as he walked out and never came back. Why don’t you love me? The young brown eyed girl asked her boyfriend of two years, As he walked out the same door her father did eight years before. Never to return. Why didn’t you love me? The older brown eyed girl asked her father at his funeral. As she leaned over the edge of his casket and kissed him gently on the forehead, Tears running down her cheeks. Why couldn’t you love me? The oldest brown eyed girl asked as she lays Jasmine’s and roses On her father’s grave. Only a row down from her old boyfriend’s, With love that never dies. And her question is answered in the wind, As the answer is whispered in her heart. How could you love me? If you couldn’t love yourself?