patintly waiting

sun was high in the sky

little girl i was, sitting on the steps

waiting for you to come along

suitcase pack, joy in my heart

for this weekend was your turn.



hour rolled by and still no you

but i still waited patintly

maybe time was wrong

so i sit and wait



night time came

i grab my suitcase and ran

to the my warm bed

i didn't cry i grew angery

phone i heard was mom yelling

good i glad,



grew up fast

and still no you

now and again we share time

but no bond was ever made

even in your house i still had to wait.



so dear old dad,

you wonder why i dont phone

because when i need you the most

you where like a ghost

you were supposed to chase why my fears

and protected me from the evil ways



i grew up strong

with the strenght of mom

she stood by me in my times

of need,



you are my father, dad

and in my heart i love you

but my patince run thin

so has time.


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