9 years of living with him he was my dad,
I always got my way...
This poem i dedicate to my father who i no longer...
your perfect little girl ain't perfect little girl...
This time I'm going to
do it right this time...
I always wonder how you do it
Each and everyday...
Always there when needed,
picking up my every tear...
I am the luckiest to have got you
my sisters, loving and caring...
So what if my brother would rather see her than me
He still loves me ..right...
Let me go so you can live.
you don't understand...
Once a year your day would come,
And I would play the role of daughter...
Instead of frowning
at what I am...
Today was the perfect day
Sunshine glistening upon my face...
You are my baby boy,
You are my first child...