Daddy

Posted: May 22, 2013 by vjbc21 in The Life of Marilyn, VivanC

I never knew my father.

Not even his name.

I’ve never known a father’s love.

I didn’t have one memory of him.

My mother always kept a picture in her room.

I always thought it was him.

I wish I knew.

I wonder how he smells.

I wonder if he speaks gentle.

If I ever met him would I run into his arms?

Would I call him daddy?

For years I stare at this picture.

The man who I believed was my father.

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