My Dad
Every little girl
has one thing she can count on
Her Dad
That may be true
for many of you
But me and my Dad
aren't very close together
We fight and fight
he puts me down
Like i was just some dog
He says that he hates
to lug me around
He said i was a burdon
and that made me frown
He tells me i wasn't planned
An unwanted child that showed up
Unexpected
A child that was not wanted even after it was born
My Dad and I
don't speak very often
only when forced to
do we speak or even look at one another
Hopefully one day,
the man who i call my dad
Will actually become a Dad
and say he loves his young child
Copyright © Lindsey Moore | Year Posted 2005
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