Daddy At War Poem by Lisa Vagnarelli

Raised by my mother
All by herself..
No sister, no brother
To share our home..

Looking at the photos
That was taken before I was born..
Found one of the best
Emotionally torn..

In a line down between
My mother and this man
This man I've never seen
Known as my father..

His eyes I have
His genes I'm carrying
The colour of my hair matches his,
And he made me, me..

I get so frustrated that
He never gave me a chance to say
How much I love him
Day after day..

But, he left a pregnant woman
For guns, blood and death..
He should have been a man
And stayed for us..

I'll never forgive him for leaving
To this thing he had to do,
I'll never forgive him for dying
I just can't...

Still, he'll always be important,
This unknown man, my daddy..
Than the times when our country won
The war.




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