who am i
if not your daughter, dad?
I remember the times
when you forgot my birthdays,
and I cried the tears of a child
while your eyes were bleeding
in sturdy exhaustion.
So who am i
if not your daughter, dad?
You can be cruel
and I can be stubborn,
but the laughter we share
fills up my half full glass
of hopefulness for the day.
who am i, dad?
Lost in paperwork
that’s not mine,
frustration wells up inside me.
Your huffs and puffs
get louder. They
become storms on their own.
They scare me.
You make me laugh.
You smile in my arms,
and it’s a snowflake of a smile —
only you can do it.
You love with money, not with time.
You love me, you do.
I love you, too, dad.
Cause in the end, dad,
I am your daughter
before I am myself.
And sometimes,
that’s okay.
- Author: W.J. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 3rd, 2022 14:58
- Category: Family
- Views: 8
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