Dear Dad

• Adele Mcrae, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

I think to myself everyday and every night,
wondering when you gonna call,
Is everything all right,
It gets longer,
And i scream into my pillow really loud,
Wondering when your gonna be around,
I scream and i cry,
And all I wonder is why,
You're all the way over there,
And im all the way over here,
Most of my life you were never near,
My love for you is like a red rose,
Thats newly sprung in june,
My love is like a melody,
Thats sweetly played in tune,
So since im still here,
I guess i will live on,
I could've died for love,
But living i was born,
I wait and i wait,
I cry and i cry,
And i always wonder is,
Why, why, why,
I sit and i stare,
Into the bright light,
And i think to myself,
When are you gonna be insight,
I listen and wait,
Hoping that i'm the bait,
Every time i look around,
I never see you just the ground,
Birthdays have past,
So quick and so fast,
And all i get is a call,
Saying Happy Birthday what did you wish for?,
I wished for you and me to be,
And hopefully we'll be free,
I wished that maybe one day,
We would both look at the stars,
And maybe just maybe we'll both look at cars,
I wished that you would be here when i turn sixteen,
Dad please try and be keen,
You know i love you so much i would burst,
And well dad in my heart,
You always come first...