Born was I, in Illinois Daddy thought, his little boy My true self forced forever to hide Feelings inside could not be denied Daddy lost not thru death but rejection Failed to live up to his expectation
Seething anger made me blind Vowed never to look behind Brokenhearted by his rebuff Made my way resolved to be tough Never could forgive him for my pain Never to see my Daddy again
April the first, Daddy died No one more surprised than I When at his deathbed I cried Daddy hooked up to tubes and wires No longer could hold anger's fires
This is the moment we must seize Daddy, forgive and love me please He took my hand and gave a squeeze Daddy's Little Girl I wanted to be Twenty minutes was all the time had we
In memory of my father, Thomas Bridgman, April 16, 1947 - April 1, 1999.