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A girl needs a father
even if the one who raises her isn’t her blood.
I thank my father for his support and love
when my biological left, a real man stepped in,
with so much love
no one can compare what he and I share.
It’s my father that I think of when I question right from wrong
it’s the love and example he set from the day we met.
My little hand in his is still one of my fondest memories.
Because of him
I understand
a real man provides, cook, cleans, nurtures and scolds.
With Mommy’s hard life and addiction she did her best to love
and Grandma’s hard hand complicated things at times even worse,
but it was from love they all stood in my life
guiding, smoothing out rough patches and splintered boards.
And now I stand before you a Senior, a mother
A winner.
No longer holding Daddy’s hand
or longing for Mommy’s hold
or afraid of Grandmas scolding face.
I am my own person!
So if what you have to say is just to bring me down
or make yourself look good,
Keep That!
If when you see me you think of negativity, that’s your problem!
Because life has tried me and tested me and I know this is true.
“I have come this far by faith and by faith I will see all things through.”
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