My Missing Dad
when i was seven i got taken away from my mom and dad
and just knowing that they hate me makes me sad
i really want to meet my dad
but my mom told me he was dead and that she was glad
she hated my dad because he created me
and the tears that fall from my eyes he will never see
he was killed in a car crash on one sudden day
i think about him everyday
my mom said he died happy because i was never there
that he never liked me and he never cared
but sometimes i like to think that maybe he did
that maybe he really wanted me to be his kid
but he's gone so that does not matter any more
for now my heart will just continue to be sore
Copyright © Lesa Donaghy | Year Posted 2009
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