(This is Not real🥲 some parts may resemble me but…yeah)

It was my birthday today, grampa.

My sixteenth to be exact.

I wish you were here,

As I told you about my year.

My face flooded with silent tears.

You acted as if my father,

So of course I was there for you too.

For if my grandmother hadn’t remarried,

I don’t know how I would have carried.

It’s my sixteenth to be exact,

My quince was already over,

Now I’m sitting in my dress,

Waiting for you to face me.

Memories of my and you came,

As if in a hurricane and tsunami.

My face flooded full of silent tears,

That could no longer be kept inside.

I’m now the age of a woman,

Or so I’m told,

Because I feel nothing like it,

Because I’m still a scared little girl,

Without her father, or his gentle love.

(Oh, and if you are a father who left their child- this is mainly for you, because your missing out on a wonderful childhood, yes, i understand some circumstances legally require you not to see ‘em, but what about calling? Texting? Just some ideas…

Or if just you adopted a child, or had one, be grateful you had the chance to become a parent to them.🙃)