Mama pulled out the stroller and
Put on my prettiest dress.
My heart started to beat faster
Cause I knew what this meant.
Will he be up on the roof or
Hammering a wall?
Will he talk to us this time or
Turn away like before?
As we get closer, mama fixes my hair
And I start to squirm and squeal.
I try to tell her to let me out
I can walk right up to him and make him see.
Would he notice my pretty bow or
My eyes just like his?
Would he swing me in his arms or
Bend and give me a kiss?
When we start to pass, a man walks over
But he isn’t him, so Mama keeps walking.
“He doesn’t work here anymore, Fran, so
You can please stop the daily parade.”
Didn’t he think I was pretty enough or
See my big smile and wave?
Doesn’t he know I love him or
Need him to be here with us?
Mama pushes us home a little slower.
My little heart hurts so much,
How could this be?
My Daddy doesn’t want me.
August 13, 2016