Comments about Sylvia Dise
I hugged my father for the first time in 18 years.
All I wanted to do was shed tears.
My emotions for my father run wild,
Wished he was there when I was a child.
He had one bad day
So they said he couldn't stay.
He drank a lot of alcohol that set him in a fit,
All he wanted to do was hit.
He used to smoke crack,
They said he was whack.
He didn't know how to act,
So he said he'll be back.
He was very mean,
but now he's clean.
He can't read or write,
But to me he's still out of sight.