Thanks
Where did he go we asked, with our silent voice
He left us high and dry, he loved her no choice
When the first ferry came, into the empty pier
They left with boxes, and memories from here
We were in school, when the quiet bell did ring
Home we went, and there was no food to bring
Mom was not well, and the flashing lights came
He never came back, from him hiding his shame
They lived far away, and never saw his young kids
Older adults we were, when the truth flips the lids
Every yearly on Father’s Day, our Mom got a card
She did her best raising us, I know that it was hard
These true memories, are forever in my own head
I thank you Mom, and I’m wicked tired going to bed
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