Through a Juvenile Mind

angelmariesperez

Since the day I was born,

Daddy went away,

He swore he’s always love me,

but said he couldn’t stay.

 

Days turned into weeks

And weeks turned into years,

I barely see my father,

He barely saw my tears.

 

He never read me bedtime stories,

Nor tucked me in at night,

He rarely showed up for my birthdays,

But I’ve always hoped he might.

 

He missed my first day in kindergarten,

As well as all my school plays,

He didn’t witness how smart I’ve become,

My report cards full of A’s.

 

Though I’ve been looking forward to the future,

Can’t seem to look past the past.

Guess I’ll never completely understand,

How do you fix a shattered glass?

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