Mourning
I never knew my daddy. But my mommy said he was a good man.
He was coming to see me in the hospital when i was born, when he
was hit by a mini van. The driver had been drinking, and didn't stop
to see, I'll always hate that driver, because he took my daddy away
from me.
My mother has since remarried, but I know she still holds a special place in her heart for my dad. when she is alone, I see her take out his picture and her eyes are so sad.
The man who raised me is a good man as well. But when i go to heaven, I know my
daddy that I never met will have stories to tell.
Copyright © Michelle Edwards | Year Posted 2015
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