My Father
I wrote this about my dad because I miss him alot and people should respect who they have.
I miss my dad,
when I think about him it makes me sad.
Sometimes I wake up at night,
to put his photos out of sight.
He used to drive a motor bike,
he also loved to hike.
I wonder what it would be like to have a dad,
a dad is something I've never had.
It hurts to say his name,
I wish things weren't the same.
he died when I was two,
my mum misses him too,
It makes me mad,
that I never knew my dad.
when I think about him it makes me sad.
Sometimes I wake up at night,
to put his photos out of sight.
He used to drive a motor bike,
he also loved to hike.
I wonder what it would be like to have a dad,
a dad is something I've never had.
It hurts to say his name,
I wish things weren't the same.
he died when I was two,
my mum misses him too,
It makes me mad,
that I never knew my dad.
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