Full Time Mother
I'm counting only two,There use to be three,
Two just is not,
A full family.
Just the man around,
No mom within sight,
No stories at bedtime,
So we could sleep at night.
Five going on six,
The dishes were mine,
I was the mother,
And I worked full time.
But my dad loves me,
That I'll always have,
I couldn't ever ask,
For a better dad.
He did what he could,
He tried his best,
He never seemed to try,
To get any rest.
I thank him greatly,
As a single dad,
He was the greatest,
He's all that I had.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-10-08 at 00:58
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