When you're mom told me she was pregnant with you
I didn't really know how to take it.
I wanted to cry, I wanted to laugh, I wanted to run away
hell I was even scared. 9 months later here I am
holding your little hand. You are so precious in that hospital bed.
I could watch you smile, I could watch you cry
but i knew it from the start that you will always be
a daddy's little girl. Months went by I watched you grow,
even tho we were poor I gave everything
I had to make sure that you had the best life as possible.
See I'm not like most daddy's in this world who would drink,
who would do drugs, hell even who would abuse you and
tell you that your unwanted but that's not the case at all.
I am forever grateful to have you in my life.
The day you went to the hospital because not
only was you sick but you end up having
my genetic traits for having failure to thrive.
I know for a fact because I even had that when I was young.
Baby girl I hope you understand I would never hurt you
like they said. Let this be a lesson to you when you grow up
known that people in this world will want you dead.
I can't put this into words even if I tried but all I know is
mom and I miss you so bad. Now I'm writing this poem
with a pad to let you know I am your dad.
So I will see you on the other side love mom and dad............