Dad
Dad
I’m told of your existence
I’ve seen your picture too
It bothers me a lot that
I don’t remember you
We might have gone out walking
You may have held my hand
Perhaps you read me stories
About a foreign land
I think about you talking
Of what you might have said
I cannot hear your voice though
There’s nothing in my head
I always missed your presence
My friends all had a Dad
At times it made me angry
But mostly I was sad
I wish I could remember
Some little piece of you
So I could just hold onto
The person I once knew.
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