My Dad
When I was young
What a life I had
One things for sure
I remember my dad
He'd lift me high
On his shoulders, what fun
He'd sing a song and
Beside him I'd run
We'd go to the park
Or go swim in a pond
We had the right genes
So together, we'd bond
Something to know
I was adopted, it's true
It's just an FYI
There's not much you can do
I still have a hole
That I can't begin to explain
All the things that happened
Along with the torture and pain
So, I remember my dad
He knew what she would do
He would sit at the table
Acting like he didn't have a clue
I didn't want to blame him
Or point fingers, in greed
I loved that man so
But he knew I was in need
How could he just ignore me
Looking through those eyes of blue
Even though he never helped me
I dreamed he'd come to my rescue
So, yes, I remember
My days of yore
I know that man loved me
But, who the hell's keeping score
Wednesday
7:45 am
1-11-23
Copyright © Victoria Scott-Johnson | Year Posted 2023
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