Theresa Ann Moore

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Why? - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Daddy, why haven’t I seen you for ten long years?
Many nights my pillow was soaked with tears.
I hated other kids who had fun with their fathers.
I never heard from you, not even on my birthday.
When I asked mother why; she looked the other way.

When I heard your raspy voice on the telephone today,
I thought you were a stranger who dialed a wrong number.
Now, I see you as an old gray-haired man that I don’t recognize.
With downcast eyes, Mary’s father cried, 'I thought of you each day.
I was ashamed to tell you… I’ve been in prison those long ten years.'


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  • (7/21/2007 2:46:00 PM)


    ''Oh,
    So that's Why''
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011


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