Not the Man
Beneath the surface of you and me, there’s
nothing that the eye can see, and though
I have your DNA, this is
my reality: You bring
to mind a sunless day
shadowed gray and sad.
Not the man Mom
first met, you
are my
dad.
(Posted 2/10/2010. This was featured by Soup but never entered in any contest. Of course my dad will never see this! He is mentally ill and can't help how he is. Thankfully my mom started a better life for me and her other daughters when we were very young)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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