There are those who love me
But not with a burning flame.
There are a few who make a frown
At the mention of my name.

There are those who think I’m God -
That I can walk on water
But when you tally up those votes
You can’t add in my daughter.

She thinks that I am toxic
And that I ruined her life.
The disdain that she has for me
Is sharper than a knife.

She has no joy to share with me,
Her sadness… hers alone.
I have no access to her thoughts
Her attitudes remain unknown.

She offers me the minimum
Of contact and of discourse
She cannot wait to get away
Runs faster than a race horse.

Toting up the fans who rave
The few who walk away
There’s only one that really counts
And she’s a “no” today.
ljm