While the baby was running out of milk,
dad was out getting his new girl some silk.
While the baby was crying late at night,
dad was out holding some other female tight.
While the baby was growing fast outta her clothes,
dad was somewhere else living his life with out seeing his seed grow.
When the baby took her 1st steps,
dad was being charge for carrying a tech.
When the baby said her 1st words,
dad was getting transferred.
While the baby went and was being watched over in daycare,
dad sat and was being watch by guards in his cell feeling nothing but despair.
While the baby grew and felt disdained from her father,
dad never reached out or wrote a letter to his daughter because he felt as is if bein present didn't matter.
YOU ARE READING
A poem or 2 from me to you
PoetryHi, I'm Zy Johnson. I just figured I share a couple of poems that'll hopefully lighten ya day if ya feel like everything's been dark. These are a combination of some of my love, depression, and random poems. Hopefully you enjoy. Yours Truly, Zy.
