So distant, so cold
A hundred years old
A love only seen
Through faded pictures
When I was young,
Then as I grew,
It came undone,
With such a stern face
Of high elegance and grace
There was rarely a smile
That was meant for me,
I cry sometimes,
Remembering how it use to be,
What happen to the love?
The kisses and hugs
As your little girl
You’d toss me in the air
And catch me
With such tender care,
I remember you held
A big black umbrella
To shelter me from the rain,
When I fell off my bike
You blew on my wounds
To ease the pain,
What ever happen to the love?
That use to be there?
I wonder sometimes
If you still even care
You work all day,
And then come home
To rest on the couch
As if it were your throne
No “Hello, sweetie”
No “How was school?”
You probably think
That I could care less
But just to have a father around
I know I’m truly blessed,
Then why is it so difficult for
You to plainly see?
I just want you to be
A father to me.

 
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