Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Fathers - Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Pat you on the head and go.
Where they go
I don't know...
Then they stroll back one day
Where they been they don't say.
They pat you on the head and grin
Just like they're your best friend
When you wake up next morning
They're gone again...
Then one day they die
And your mama wonders why
You don't cry!
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