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Through the sensitive heart of my three year old son (who is now fourteen) and the confusion a parent separation brings to one so small, I wrote these words which, at the moment, shifted his thoughts briefly, from heart to paper. I call this poem "Daddy's Letter".
Mommy, could you help me
write a letter to my dad?
There's some things I need to ask him,
things, that make me feel real sad
Like, why all the sudden
did he stop coming home? and
when he's not with us,
tell him, I get worried he's alone
Ask, how come, you do the things
he used to help me with, and
when he visits next time, is he gonna
bring another gift?
I need to know, if I'm still his, or just yours,
Mommy...
I always thought you were both mine,
not just one at a time
Ask Daddy, can he answer these questions,
and
get them off my mind?
My little sister started walkin' today.
I can't wait until she's big enough to play.
I try my best to teach her things and
help her when I can...
Mommy always calls me, her "little man"
Being around girls all day
isn't too much fun at all
So, when I pray to God each night
I ask for you,
to come play ball
I wonder, did I do something wrong?
Something you didn't like?
If you come home, I promise,
to try and do things right...
Cause', I really miss you being gone
and now I feel, a little scared at night
Mommy, just one more thing,
before you finish my letter...
Ask him, if, I'll always be missing him
or when, my heart will start feelin' better
Oh! and say -
Daddy, when you come and visit me,
you can sleep in my bed
Then, you and me can talk about
all the things I haven't said
Love, Blake
Thanks, Mommy
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