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When a child doesn't have a dad
my warrior's, My daughter Amanda and her son Jacob
My mom is my hero
I know my Daddy wasn’t worrying or thinking of me
on the day you both frolicked under the shade of a tree.
I know he was thinking I would never happen to you,
he was young and in love, who would have knew.
His mind and his body focused on only lust and need,
Had he know the outcome of this careless deed,
he might have taken more time and care,
but then perhaps I might not have been here.
His luck had run out when he heard mom was late,
he cried when they told him of my due date.
When I arrived he seemed like he cared,
he held me and whispered don’t be scared.
I trusted his words as I lied on his chest,
He promised me he would try to do his best.
Months have passed since I’ve seen his face,
he claims he has not the time nor the space.
He works real hard and that’s ok,
but he prefers to play with his toy’s on his off day’s.
He fights with my mother when she cries with regret,
am I that hard to acknowledge that he just wants to forget?
I know I am too young to truly understand,
but someday I will grow-up into a handsome young man.
My mother will always soften my fears,
She’s the one who wipes away all my tears.
She has taught me that life’s sometimes not fair,
but no matter what happens she’ll alway’s be there.
To teach me new words and how to throw a ball,
to kiss all my boo boo’s if I should fall.
She is my hero with a smile so bright
I’m glad I have her to tuck me in at night.
I hear her whisper in the moonlight at my door,
I love you my baby, forever and more.