Dad Its Your Day Poem by Tara W. Johnson

Wishing my Father Clarence Johns a Happy 70th Birthday today, such a blessed Age!
Surely I understand why my soul, maturity, Wisdom came so Early in Life...I'm a seed of an old soul! Would call to say Happy Birthday but I'm sure you won't Answer...So I'll post it and I'm sure you know -
I acknowledge your Existence

'Understanding Fatherless Child'

How are you Father?
It's been forever since we've spoken.
I guess we let this whole time pass,
And now we're completely broken.

Do you miss me the way I wish you would
I can't imagine you do.
You've never sent cards or letters,
Even though I'm missing you.

My past attempts seem to mean nothing,
It's nice to know you care.
And even though you don't know how,
I've always wished you were there.

So, how are you Father
It's been a while.
I miss your laugh
And I've forgotten your smile.

I'm not even gonna ask,
If you've ever missed me.
Through the unanswered phone calls and the time that's passed
The answers I can see.

It's funny how fast the time goes,
But 35 years have come and gone.
Maybe you thought I didn't need you,
But you were wrong.

How are you Father
I hope you're doing well.
I'm learning how to deal with the pain,
I think you can probably tell.

Don't ever try to make things right,
They'll never be the same.
In fact if it makes you feel any better,
You can just forget my name.

To you I doubt I even exist,
I don't have a place in your world.
I hope you're doing well Father,
Love, your little girl