Dad

• Chloe Cicolini, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2011

My Dad I love,
my Dad I care for,
even though he can not see,
why he means so much to me.
Everyday I sit and wonder,
as I ponder above the thought
of seeing my Dad everyday I would be so lucky.
I wouldn't care if he got mad,
because I love him he's my Dad
Dad you may sit there it that place
thinking I'm a disgrace. I wouldn't care what you'd do or what you'd say,
because I love you each and everyday.
We miss you and what you do.
For we love you dad
even if you drive me mad.
We miss you everyday
and in everyway.