Why did he abandon me?
What did I do to deserve such treatment from him?
If he had problems with Mom, why did I have to fall victim that got hurt?
Why?
I never knew who my father was, my mother told me to consider him dead.
No amount of asking, begging or fighting would let her tell me.
But what if I known him? Would he change his mind if he saw me born
barely alive and formed? Would he hold my hand and whisper to me to hold on?
As a kid, would he carry me on his shoulder as we walk in the park?
Would he tickle me silly until my belly aches or ruffle my hair like my
older brother did? Would I be a daddy's little girl?
Would he try to scare boys away or ground me for staying late?
Would he smile and choke a tear as he walk me to the altar on my wedding day?
Would he swirl me gracefully as we dance the father-daughter dance?
Would he?
All these questions will never get answered. All it will leave is a sad empty
space in my heart that longs for that big man to look up to.
I will never see his image or hear his voice.
If I had known my father, would he want to know me?
But if I am given an hour to be with him or talk to him, I will not
bother to ask all those questions. I will just beg him to stay.
Credits: Denim & Diamonds by Kristin CB
