General Poetry posted February 2, 2012 |
Faith that a child has in a parent's undisputable
Hope of a tree
by Rose Cross
Oh Daddy wakie wakie wakie!
Like the hope of a cut tree she calls Daddie every morning. From school she calls Daddie My dear am jobless he can't say without worrying she trusts Daddie pop pop she runs after him Am unwell my angel he cant say To her a hero he is Daddie that oh Daddie this I wont afford it,Daddie cant say Like dumb he does it |
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