Dad Poem by Jessi Rickman

Dad is a wonderful word,
I hear it has a lot of meaning.
But how would I know
I haven't had one.

I didn't have the choice
for you to stay or go.
You made that decision,
you took the gun.

You thought you'd make life better,
for us and for yourself.
but instead of how you planned it,
you made our lives a living hell.

So now i'm standing here today,
questioning my confusion,
what did I ever do,
why did I deserve this.

People say to get over it,
to get up and just move on.
but it's not as easy as it sounds.

I loved you dad,
you broke my heart,
and now I must go on.