I don’t remember him.(He left when I was three.)
He never ever calls.He doesn't visit me.
pretending it’s my dad.
makes my heart feel sad.
If he were here with me,I know what I would say:
Happy Father’s Day.
©Linda Kulp Trout
I had planned to write a happy poem to celebrate Father's Day. Instead, I kept thinking about how for many children, Father's Day is difficult. This is the poem that wanted to be written tonight. It still needs work, but here's what I have so far.
A big thank you to Carol for hosting today's Poetry Friday.