by Betty Stone

Created on: March 20, 2009

Daddy

The child that I was, craved your love

But all I got was a slap and a shove.

I don't know why you didn't love me

You hated us all, from what I could see.

I could never please you however hard I tried,

I wish so many nights that I had died.

The blows you dealt me are with me still

They're in my head, they've made me ill

I know you were sick, now I am, too.

But a punch and a kick, I'd never give you.

The things you did, I block from my soul

They make me ill, my blood runs cold.

Long ago, I forgave you

For all the awful things you did do

In the end, you did love me

But it was too late for my mind to be free

You tried your best to make it up

So I let myself drink from this new different cup

Daddy, I know you're dead....

But sometimes at night as I lay in bed

The daddy I always wanted and prayed you'd be

In the end you were and I pray God set you free.

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