WHAT I WISH MY FATHER TOLD ME

My father leave me since child, I was about seven years old, Nothing I remember which he told, Than mother ice cream to sold. My father have not yet died, But he has kept me aside, Phoning him a lot I have tried, My calls ended without being applied. Sometimes I fill myself bad, Like I am not his blood, How he has keep himself hide, He cause me to be sad. I know. He left home mad, Wherever he is, has insurance card, That card has beautiful words, For future use in the world. I wish he could be here, His blessings to get and hear, While touching me my head dear, Then he can go and disappear.