A mother’s tears teach young girls to be sad
Because Dad was never the man you thought he was
He was never as sweet or as kind
He lost his love while searching for a dream he could not remember
Father never loved like her like he did a dream
Maybe it was hope that killed him
Or the closed doors
Oh he how he would beat against them
Pleading to be let in
Just one more chance
One more time to get it right
One more yes
One more year to prove his worth
But dad, you were always my yes
Always so sweet
Harsh words don’t mean the same when you are weak
You didn’t mean it,
You never do
So dad go chase your dreams
Until they mean to you as much as I do
Ouch, this one hurts a little. Very beautiful still
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Unfortunately. This poem means so much to me. It was what I used to cope with my disappointment
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