Haven’t called in a year
Haven’t sent a package
Or a letter
Why not Dad?
Where are you?
Why do you always have to leave?
It’s not what Dads do
Please come home soon.
Tomorrow’s my Birthday
I’m turning seven
You promised you’d be back by now
But your not,
You missed my 5th, 6th, and now 7th
That’s three years
I wish you could try to come home by my next birthday
I write and talk to you every day
I hope you know that
I hope you talk to me too
And I hope you’re still alive
And tell me that you are
I have to go to bed now
It's morning your time
I hope you have a good day
And every day I remind myself,
That maybe someday
Somehow you will come home.