Dear Dad, I think about you every now and then,
I hope to God that I don’t turn out like you as I grip this pen.
Every time you cross my mind, I cross my heart and hope to die,
That I wont ever let myself become a disappointment to my mum.
Father, you never bothered, about as close as north and south are to each other.
But my mother, I really love her, although sometimes I wish she would have chose another.
As I reminisce, I think of all the birthdays and Christmas’ you missed
And no millionaire could afford what you cost me walking out the door.
I’ve cried a thousand times but now I realize that this is only biological,
You’re a name on my birth certificate and that’s all.
I’ll tie a rope around the neck of your Fred Perry and hang you from my family tree.
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