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Jan 2012
A father
Recently met his daughter
For the first time since she was born.
Lack of being in her life left him not at all torn.

Little Annie, is four.
And has never met her daddy before.
He came to visit her,
With her breathtaking eyes and blonde hair
Eye contact sadly seemed rare.
She wouldnt look at him.
So, he asked with a faint grin,
"What's the dolls name, sweetheart?"
Just to begin conversation
And maybe get her attention.
Without looking at her father,
She answered, a little harsher
"I didn't name her.
Just incase she left me, sir,
Like you did.
That way she's easier to forget."
This poem is a mess and it goes to you, to the father I never ******* knew. To the father who never wanted me. To the father who loved his money and his lies more than me.
mads
Written by
mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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