My Dad

by tia   Aug 1, 2006


He has no name,no face in my head,
he is a thought that can't be said.
I wish he would come,
even though he means nothing to some.
A child born to one,
a fight that can not be won.
He has never come to be,
something that I will ever see.
And so he is missed dearly,
a man that is nearly,
A Dad

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  • 18 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

    Sounds like a stranger. but don't give
    up your dream because without them
    we have nothing. love your poem
    cy