Daddy
By Wicket Thistle ©

When I was younger,
I did a lot of bad things,
And I always got punished,
The tears I cried I deserved.
Daddy, you gave me those tears,
But in the morning,
I never questioned your reason,
I did something to deserve them.
But when I cry now, Daddy,
I don’t understand,
What have I done to deserve them?
What have I done to cry?
You left without warning, Daddy,
And never came back,
A visit or two a year,
But our family was never restored.
What did I do to make you leave, Daddy,
Why did you go?
The papers stated clearly,
This family had nothing left to show.
You e-mailed me sparingly,
And left me no numbers to call,
The pain that you brought me,
Made no sense at all.
Daddy, I hear tears heal,
But that can’t be right,
Daddy, my tears have a great void to fill,
And it never seems alright.
The hole that you left,
Inside my heart,
A flood could not close,
This gap that you wrought.
So please tell me, Daddy,
What did I do?
To deserve all this crying,
And only memories of you.
All I’ve got is pictures,
And a few weeks a year,
To share all my secrets,
Happiness and cheer.
Did I do something wrong?
Am I being punished now?
Sleepless nights full of nightmares,
That everyday I live out.
My tears flow like rain, Daddy,
Every time we hang up,
Every e-mail you send me,
Fills my eyes up.
So if I did something,
To make you put your job first,
To make you leave and not come home,
To make you not want to live close to your little girl.
Tell me please, Daddy,
Is one angel not enough,
To keep you here,
So you must go away?
Please tell me, Daddy,
Is it that hard to see,
The only question I ask,
Is why you let this happen to me?
If I deserve to cry,
And be left alone,
Then so be it, Daddy,
But why then, do you let your little girl cry alone?