My child, it comes as no surprise
his words were lies,
and broken trust
churns love to dust.
My child, I see how your heart bleeds,
a wound that pleads
for love again,
an end to pain.
My child, I'll wipe away your tears
and still your fears.
When things turn bad,
just run to Dad.
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Author Notes
I guess this is dedicated to all those other fathers - you know, the ones who are not abusers, who don't abandon their families or play around....
In my writing pad, there are a few poems in various states of completion that didn't get posted last year... because I didn't finish them, or I missed a deadline, or just because I wasn't happy with them. This is one of them...
I am still not happy with the ending - it feels 'corny.' Plus, I could never make up my mind whether this should be a father speaking to his daughter or, ith a couple of changes, another lover waiting for his chance to step in...
Tell me what you think.
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