Father Poem by Victoria Horn
Father
You put food on the table
And clothes on my back
Shoes on my feet
To walk Life's track
Had a short temper
Worked long hours
Some of your words
Were a little sour
You and mom divorced
I never see you around
Now you live
In a different town
I still love you dad
I hope you still think about me
Every now and then
And hope you're proud of who I turned out to be.
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