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daddy, daddy, look! i wrote another poem. oh. sorry, i forgot. you were never really home. mummy always said that boys will be boys- but why did my daddy keep the wrong toys? he never once kissed me on the forehead. i doubt his tongue could produce one 'i love you.' my father never ever sang me a single lullaby. i bet he wasn't proud no matter what i'd do. 'when i grow up. i wanna be just like my daddy.' everybody sang that song at ages 5 and 6. well look at me daddy! i'm a grown man now, and if anybody tells me i'm like you, i get sick! see, it's funny, the part of you i remember best- is your back. you were always walking away. but walking out on mummy was below the belt, and for doing that, here's what i have to say. thanks for walking out on me, i could take it. true, i cried, but 9 years without you around- created more room for the thought of 'family;' broken, but still standing. how does that sound? thanks for the brains. figures, chicks dig those too. oh! and, i didn't need you to learn to ride a bike. i've dated before. my mates gave me 'the talk.' but i'm single now, guess, it matters who you like. i have a nephew; lively, bright. you saw him once. emmanuel, he is your first daughters only kid. he makes me see what it is like to be a father. now i know, there's no excuse for what you did. see, we didn't need money, we didn't need riches. all we asked for was care and your affection. but the bottomline's, if i'll ever walk in your shoes- i hope i will be moving in the opposite direction. Keep Smiling
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Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 6:29 AM UTC
silhouette of my father
daddy, daddy, look! i wrote another poem. oh. sorry, i forgot. you were never really home. mummy always said that boys will be boys- but why did my daddy keep the wrong toys? he never once kissed me on the forehead. i doubt his tongue could produce one 'i love you.' my father never ever sang me a single lullaby. i bet he wasn't proud no matter what i'd do. 'when i grow up. i wanna be just like my daddy.' everybody sang that song at ages 5 and 6. well look at me daddy! i'm a grown man now, and if anybody tells me i'm like you, i get sick! see, it's funny, the part of you i remember best- is your back. you were always walking away. but walking out on mummy was below the belt, and for doing that, here's what i have to say. thanks for walking out on me, i could take it. true, i cried, but 9 years without you around- created more room for the thought of 'family;' broken, but still standing. how does that sound? thanks for the brains. figures, chicks dig those too. oh! and, i didn't need you to learn to ride a bike. i've dated before. my mates gave me 'the talk.' but i'm single now, guess, it matters who you like. i have a nephew; lively, bright. you saw him once. emmanuel, he is your first daughters only kid. he makes me see what it is like to be a father. now i know, there's no excuse for what you did. see, we didn't need money, we didn't need riches. all we asked for was care and your affection. but the bottomline's, if i'll ever walk in your shoes- i hope i will be moving in the opposite direction. Keep Smiling
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Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 6:29 AM UTC
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