Mom Was My Dad Poem by Lyndsay Thomas

She remembers the day you left
You left her heartbroken and distressed

She saw that all your things were gone
She thought she did something wrong

Nine years old and in fourth grade
She ran outside and cried by the gate

Hoping maybe, you'd come back
So she could help you unpack

Hours, days, months, and years went by
And still today, she doesn't know why

You come around every once in awhile
But she hasn't forgotten when she was a child

You chose the path that was best for you
Selfish and careless, Thank-you

Mom was my dad
And I don't mean to brag

But she did a splendid job at that
I'd give her the best dad plaque

You missed out on me getting my license and all the sport games
And you can't forget about all those ballets

I always invited you
But you always had to 'work late to make due'

You haven't truly been there for me, not once
You try to apologize, but I just ignore it and keep my response

Some people can understand
What it was like to hardly hold your daddy's hand

If I could tell you one thing, I'd tell you this
In my eyes, you hardly ever exist

you did though, make me who I am today
More strong then yesterday

Maybe one day our paths will intertwine
And you'd have to understand, that I might decline