I look at you daddy,
and I see so much pain.
A man split in two.
Maybe never to be whole again?
Looking at you daddy–
I realize you look a lot like me.
I can see the pain in your eyes.
Yet so much is hidden that I don’t see.
I look at you– my father–
and the pain consuming your face.
I hope it wasn’t ever caused by me
Because I didn’t grow up at your place.
I look at your hands–
so much bigger than mine.
But the hurt, the pain, in your eyes–
has been there for quite some time.
I look at you– my dad,
and I realize I don’t really know you– at all.
Except we like to occasionally listen to the same tunes.
You and mom gave me up when I was so small.
Looking at you daddy,
is like seeing a wraith– a ghost.
When are you coming back to us?
Your family needs you the most.