Do you know me
I have one question I would like you to answer if you can, and I just hope that it's an answer I can somehow understand.
Do you know me now or even know me at all, and when I was little were you there to pick me up when I would fall?
Did you ever just take the time to sit and watch me grow? This is something that I've longed to just know.
Did you ever read me a good bed time story and tuck me in at night, cause I'm confused as to why I feel for your love I have to fight.
Did you ever take me to the park to push me on the swings? Or put me on your shoulders to fly me around the room as if I had wings?
Them are things I'd like to know from when I was tiny and or small, but to this day the main question I have is do you know me even at all?
Do you know my favorite color or even favorite food? It seems as every time I come around your in a bad mood.
Have you ever been impressed or proud of something I've done? Or do you just see me as someone very dumb?
Do you know the things that I like to do for fun? Or are you mad at me all because I wasn't born a son?
Have you noticed all that I have accomplished with my time on this earth, cause sometimes I feel I don't exist and you'll never see my worth.
Do you know the dreams I have or goals for time ahead? And were you ever there to chase the monsters out from underneath my bed?
Do you know I like to write and it's a passion that I've always had? Sometimes I wonder if you even know I'm here and that you are my dad.
Do you even know the women that I have now become to be? Do you even know if I have any of your qualities in me?
Do you know what kind of parent I am and how I raise my kid? With the thought of never making them feel the way that you did.
Do you ever brag about the good that I've done? I always make it a point to let my kids know their always number one.
Do you know I'd give the shirt off my back to a person that's in need? Do you even know what my kids mean to me or how I would never want their hearts to bleed?
Do you ever stop and wonder if I'm anything like you at all, some would say that I'm your twin, except I have a heart that ain't covered by a wall, and so that one question remains the same, do you know me now or even know me at all.
Do you know me now or even know me at all, and when I was little were you there to pick me up when I would fall?
Did you ever just take the time to sit and watch me grow? This is something that I've longed to just know.
Did you ever read me a good bed time story and tuck me in at night, cause I'm confused as to why I feel for your love I have to fight.
Did you ever take me to the park to push me on the swings? Or put me on your shoulders to fly me around the room as if I had wings?
Them are things I'd like to know from when I was tiny and or small, but to this day the main question I have is do you know me even at all?
Do you know my favorite color or even favorite food? It seems as every time I come around your in a bad mood.
Have you ever been impressed or proud of something I've done? Or do you just see me as someone very dumb?
Do you know the things that I like to do for fun? Or are you mad at me all because I wasn't born a son?
Have you noticed all that I have accomplished with my time on this earth, cause sometimes I feel I don't exist and you'll never see my worth.
Do you know the dreams I have or goals for time ahead? And were you ever there to chase the monsters out from underneath my bed?
Do you know I like to write and it's a passion that I've always had? Sometimes I wonder if you even know I'm here and that you are my dad.
Do you even know the women that I have now become to be? Do you even know if I have any of your qualities in me?
Do you know what kind of parent I am and how I raise my kid? With the thought of never making them feel the way that you did.
Do you ever brag about the good that I've done? I always make it a point to let my kids know their always number one.
Do you know I'd give the shirt off my back to a person that's in need? Do you even know what my kids mean to me or how I would never want their hearts to bleed?
Do you ever stop and wonder if I'm anything like you at all, some would say that I'm your twin, except I have a heart that ain't covered by a wall, and so that one question remains the same, do you know me now or even know me at all.
By Celina Powell
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