by Evelyn Chagarov

Created on: July 18, 2009

I've been loved and left so many times,
For imaginary offenses and made up crimes.
I want to know what I will tell my daughter,
When the day comes and she needs her father.

He ran just like the rest.
I thought he was different, the very best.
I was wrong again, what else is new?
I disappeared from his thoughts like the morning dew.

Does he even care that we made a child?
I was asked that, and I simply smiled.
If he walked out on us, then he's no better,
He doesn't deserve me, he doesn't deserve my daughter.

One day he will pay the price of an absent father,
A father who just didn't want to bother.
He will have to face the daughter he made,
And he will wish that he would have stayed.

The price of an absent father is expensive,
But it should bethe crime is offensive.
He will look and be afraid,
Of the very little girl that he betrayed.

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