Monday, May 4, 2009

For My Father

This one was written when my folks were close to splitting up, and my father was never around for the family.

And you dare to call it love!
You yell and scream
And run away
Then turn to booze
To ease the pain
And dare to call it love?
Do not say that you love me.
If you can not stay to watch me grow
Then leave us now before it gets out of hand
And what feelings we have turn to hate
But do not say that you love me.
Love is not cruel
It does not intentionally break hearts
Or destroy lives and families
Love is everlasting
Love is kind and considerate
Love is wanting to be together.
And if you don't feel these things
Do not say that you love me!
© 1978 TDD

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