Letter To Dad
Racing thoughts pass through my mind,
visions of a happier time. Happier you ask,
why yes is my reply.
Years ago when I was young,
when I was without a care.
Before the age of six when my world was fine.
Up was up, right was right. When I didn't fancy flight.
It was easier, simplier then. Everything was as it should be.
A little house with a family,
a momma and a daddy to tuck us in at night.
It all changed without worry of how we'd fare.
It didn't matter what would we care.
No one asked if I wanted to move,
no one asked me what I wanted to do.
I suppose I would've begged for you to stay.
But that choice wasn't mine. You took it away.
With borrowed hopes and dreams you dashed.
You and momma couldn't make it work.
She took us and you took a shirt.
(A fair trade?)
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