I may not be your flesh and blood
I've obviously not known you the longest
There's things about you I've never known
Our quantity of time isn't strongest
I don't want to "compete" for your love
I never really did
Your love was always endless
It never had a lid
I just want to miss you
I just want to share
The one for whom my heart sang
Whom I always knew would care
So maybe I'm not your "daughter"
Perhaps I'm "only" a "step"
But to us that never mattered
Each memory I have kept
Stored in my heart
Locked with a key
Treasured forever
My Dad and me
2 comments:
If you were the norm...
"step-parent" would be a term of endearment...
I love you, always...
Sometimes I just want to really at least try to beat God up!
Sometimes still I am just so frustrated by and ANGRY about all that He has taken away ...
Sometimes He Himself seems so cruel to me ... :(
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