She calls out to me at night
Sometimes I think she understands
Sometimes I think she can help
But sometimes I look in the mirror
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Voices pass my doorway filling my room with pain
As I write this sonnet my heart is in vain
Even if there is no contentment, I know I’m sane
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Wearing what would make most fathers happy;
To see their little girls grown up, tears in their eyes
I thought he would too, but I was mistaken
(He’s not like that)
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