Posted by astangha on 6/26/2006, 10:04 pm i wonder would i know how to make your mothers would i know what harmony is while doing dishes how could i say i love you in words that you could understand how to wake up thinking i could lose him some day
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how could i be who i am without thinking of who you are
cranberry dressing with pea cans on the side
would i accept and love whole heartedly my purpose
my path
my ways
how could i thank you for your love, kindness acceptance of me
how could i even think there could ever be a better father for me
when i was 5 you gave me my first bicycle
and said a winner wins
a loser blames others for their failers
and if you sally lynn mcCormick&schmidt what to win
all you have to do is get on that bicycle
and ride to the corner and back
without your training wheels
fear only fear itself
because in the end when you fall
you
yourself have lift yourself up
i will be here to kiss your boo boo
i will be here to band aid your bleeding elbow
i will be here to listen to your pain
i will be here
butt you
have to get up and
ride back from that corner
to let me be here for you
how could i even ever forget that message
how
how could i ever begin to say how gratefull i am that i was wise enought to be your perfect daughter
some think that to be close to your daddy is wrong
some want to believe that all fathers are evil and gay
(a repressed idea because they dont have sex with mom anymore)
well mom was dead...............he didnt have sex with her...
at least not in the flesh
perhaps in his head..
i h ave never in my life seen love like your
i have never see devotion and a hard working father like you were
how wonderful for me
to have decided that to come back into this life time back to such a wonderful daddy....
how smart i must of been to know exactly to choose you
to be my daddy again
karma
dhrama
which ever
it was the best thing i could have done
is to remember what an excellent man you were
so many have heart aches regarding their father
some lie
some just hate
i wonder why//
why does one choose to suffer
why???
yes we could all agree to disagree
butt then that would be contrary
to the truth...
you are
or your NOT....
its that simple....
i suffered the loss of my mother
of course what child would not
me
especially being a mommy's girl
to wake up and see no mommy
to wake up and only find my father in my mother's apron
to wake up and see my father cooking
to wake up and see my father doing l aundry
to wake up and only have my father to hold me
to tell me its ok
when i wake up screaming from ugly men tring to kill me
because i have no mother and i am ugly because people at school look at me funny because i am with out a mother
and then i would be an orphen
to wake up and think i have to never forget
to be gratefull
to be kind
to be accepting
to be good...............to do the best i could
because on mothers day
i just have that doll she gave me
when i started my period she is not there to help figure out how the funk to wear that dam girdle
when i need my first bra....
its the lady at macy's that helps me find the right size
when i do my first oboe solo
its my daddy thats there
when i march in the band with my funky uniform
its my dad that cheers me on
..................i dont cry because i dont have a mother
i cry because i cant talk to her
not in the flesh....
i dont cry when i need advice because i think i am in love
its my father i talk too
i dont think to be sad
because i remember what an excellent father i have
what a loving man he is
what a hard working person
i dont cry because i am alane without my mother telling me
....i can be anything i just have to believe
as i just lay their
looking up at the stars
thanking god and all those people that look at me funny that my father is here
to help me become the women i have become......
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