A Daddy's Tribute (Maybe)

Her hair was up in a ponytail Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, And she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school, Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she'd never see A dad who never calls.

from: "Daily Thoughts" http://eesutant.blogspot.com/

Yesterday, I was randomly surfing for other blogs and something made me stop when I was viewing this blog. I saw this poem about "a daddy". I felt that I was that little girl and her daddy was mine. My dad was staying at home and was living with us but he seemed to be a tiny speck in my life. He was just my biological father...he was never been a real father to me. I don't hate my father...it's rude to hate him and it's a sin...but I don't know if I love him. He acted as if he never existed in my life...he's physically present but we don't have emotional bond. I don't know why, I just grew up with these sentiments. I am closer to my uncles. I just cling to the hope that someday God will find a way to let this "father-and-daughter" relationship spring between us. I hope it will happen before it's too late.....

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