Last ever words were
                  “Whatever happens
                    Please don’t go off
                 with any of my friends”

I never had a dad
But I had a man
who often said
“well done lad!”,
Who only came home
At weekends
To sleep in
A different bed.
My mum who in turn
Got close to her mother
After my father
got up and fled.
I mutter these words
like I still suffer
Oh, how I looked up to him
The big man
The big don
The preacher who tried
But just was a big con
He had a special way
With his uncontrollable eye
For every type of Barbie
To an average looking Cindy.
Yes he is my father
But not my very own dad.

I can do sarcasm
I just can’t deal with it.

You haven’t done it wrong
You’ve just lost your way.

If all I need to do is try
I will never fail

Whenever I write
You’re never too far in sight
Such an innocent girl
Always being noticeably polite
I made a promise to your mum
On that very first night
On the phone telling your brother
She was ok, she won’t be back late
That I’ll be bringing her home
You will be doing alright
Many months later
We were to be
Buzzing like a fly
flying around like a bee
Spending hours on end
Underneath the great church tree
Playing our game
Without any shame
Saying my name
Getting lost in the sky
Being more lost
Within each others eyes
How you would look at me
This is how It shall always be.

It’s a crazy world but
Somebody has to live in it.