Father Over the Phone
I have little memories of you as a child
Of course, the memories are being formed now
Mama never held onto a job, I'm sorry
You pledged to help each other but she forgot the vow
You were always working when I was little
I loved hearing your voice when I was feeling alone
You were basically my best friend
You were basically my father over the phone
You will never know I wrote this because
Well, you're too damn protective
But you're just trying to keep me
From online stalkers playing detective
I have gone through heartbreak
Because of those close to me
But you're rare bear hugs
Made me not fear and flee
I wish Mama had helped you more
But I know this is now a better home
Now I can see you every day
You're no longer my father over the phone
Dedicated to my amazing, hard-working father.
Copyright © Isabel Laracuente | Year Posted 2016
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