My Daddy
He was my mommy’s addiction and I don’t know why.
I think about his nonexistent guidance as the days are passing by.
His actions towards his seed have caused her soul to cry.
Yet she still tries to find love for her daddy.
He was married to my mommy but treated her so wrong.
I can see her emotions change every time she’ll hear “their song”.
Before they were granted a divorce she endured his physical torture for so long.
But yet she’s still good friends with my daddy.
He walked out of my bothers life but came back as soon as he turned eighteen.
My brother thought the reality of having a daddy could only be a dream.
My granddad who died in ’82 was the only father figure he had seen.
Yet now he’s best friends with our daddy.
He’s not in my life now but he’ll try to be as soon as I become of age.
What I hoped would be a chapter in my life would only become a page.
He’ll suddenly reappear after his estranged daughter has become engaged.
But by then there would be no purpose for my daddy.
…Because he would have lost the privilege of walking me down the aisle.
Copyright © Jerrika Holmes | Year Posted 2010
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