Dearest Stranger and other names I never called you.
Dear Father,
Do you feel bothered?
Knowing you have another daughter?
I digress.
I shouldn't bother.
I never really called you father.
Dearest Dad,
Do you feel sad?
When you think about what we could have had?
No you don't.
I should be glad.
You coin the term, dead beat dad.
Dear old man,
You don't understand.
I have kids. They are who I am.
So I left,
because I can
and in return, my life began.
Dearest Stranger,
I feel no danger,
Just odd that now I call you stranger,
but I've moved on,
life's greatest changer.
Don't think of me. I'm just a stranger.
-Your other daughter
This poem is about:
Me