Daddy
Every Father’s Day I think of you..
Of the Daddy, I never knew.
I never got to see you, or even hear your voice..
But of course,.. it wasn’t by my choice.
Through all these years I wondered.. just how it would be..
To be daddy’s little girl and have you bounce me on your knee.
Now I am old and you have passed on..
and all my hopes and dreams are gone.
For you see, I always wanted you to know me..
I wanted so much for it to be..
So I could say just one word… Daddy.
3 Comments:
Very touching Pat...!
YOu look a little like him, especially in the eyes and the shape of the face, Pat!!
Very moving poem, too. thank you for sharing it.
We had similar experiences growing up, no wonder we feel like sisters.
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