Though i wasnt there the day i was born
from the stories mum told me i know he wasnt there as well,
and then the times i knew
when i won a prize at school
and i looked at "Ann"and "Wilcox"
smiling with their parents,
i looked the other way hoping to see him..but my dad wasnt there.
No one ever told me what happened
no one cares
but incase they dont know
i long for my dad every nite in my bed
mum seemed to have moved on
since she was planning on marrying again
and i couldnt help but wonder how she could do such when dad was out there fighting all of our fears.
I remember the day some men in millitary uniform walked up to my mum and said to her some things i couldnt hear.
Mum cried like crazy and then we had something that looked like a funeral but i wasnt sure what
but care they or not,i still stay awake all night...waiting for a soildiers return..and if everyone moves on,i might not..cos he means the world 2 me though i never met him once....
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