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A Brief History of Me and My Father

6 years old
we are playing outside
on the little concrete patch
I'm in the goal
you're in my heart
we laugh so hard
until the ball hits me in the face
and I start to cry

12 years old

I feel like a disappointment
your actions confirm this
now I don't play rough anymore
the woman I am to become
scares you  
and you
back away slowly

23 years old

I am no longer a kid
no longer a defiant teenage girl
but I am falling in love
with the woman I've become
and you beg
for that place in my heart
which you abandoned
Written by delanee
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Author's Note
A bit of an unusual piece for Father's Day, I hope you like.
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