Absent Military Dad
poem by:
Samantha Johnson
Written
on May 12, 2015
Don't know how to feel, the manual doesn't say, Left without a half you only get half way. By blood received our orders, by circumstance our hell, And so it was I never heard, "You're daddy's precious girl". I am all grown up now my lines are well rehearsed, With military precision I execute my verse. If you care I hope your proud of your addition to the world, The only thing that's missing is, "Daddy's precious girl".
Tags: deep, pain,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 21, 2018 at 1:44pm
...I feel what you feel Samantha.......I grew up, and never met my dad, ....I'm 68yrs now.....and like you would've loved to hear my dad call me "precious,"
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