Where’s the father I used to know, The one who cared for me, The one I could turn to, The one that would not hurt me, Where’s the father I used to know, The one that would dry me eyes, The one that would cuddle, The one that understood me, Where’s the father I used to know, The one that would not yell at me, The one that would get me a hug, The one that would made me laugh, But that one is lost forever, The only one there, Is the father, That doesn’t care for me now.
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The
Dear father, Have you seen your daughter lately? You are missing a lot. You have missed a gamut of Her cuteness. I see her daily in my classroom, And she is growing into A wonderful young lady. She is smart.