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. Extremely pretty. With hugs rich with love. She is witty and perceptive, And most of all, she is loving.
I have never seen your face, But I see you in her sweet eyes. Have you seen her smile lately? It’s heartwarming. Your absence and missteps Have turned parts of her heart To concrete. Father, reach out to your baby girl. Her glowing smile swiftly fades At the mention of your name- It’s a shame. Have you ever seen her when She is overjoyed? She is a silly picture of girlish beauty. Find a way to get back into her heart. Climb the hills, walk through The valleys, Negotiate the thorns To get to your rose. She is worth it.
She often mimics toughness, But her vulnerability shines through, I see her need for you. It’s not too late f-a-t-h-e-r. There is still time. Mend the torn pieces, Reduce the distance, Make your way back into her Lonely heart. She still has space to Welcome you home. Yours truly, Her “school daddy.”
A philosophical question for anyone who has an idea. Imagine my hands are a set of scales. In my right hand I hold this crazy little thing called love. You can choose anything you want to place in my left
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