One tear drop rolling down a small childs face.

Heartbroken and out of place.

Reaches for a hand that never understood the pain.

Then realizes she doesn't know his name.

Mommy,do you know?

At night I pray to the man on the moon.

Hopeing he will bring daddy back to me soon.

As tears fall from my face like rain.

I only wish she understood the pain.
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This poem I wrote because for 20 yrs my mother never told me the man I call my father isnt my real father . Her own mother told me and to this day my mom still denies it. She doesn't care about her feeling or anything she only cares about her self and how its going to make her look so i will never know who my real father is.

as hard as this may be to deal with believe it or not some of us are better off not knowing who our real father is,sometimes and in my case i idolized the father i knew for a short time but then i found out the truth and that was he was a piece of SHYT but then again so was my mother ...move forward with your life and leave those behind that bring unhappiness to your life...if you dwell on it,it can only ruin what you have left of a peaceful existence....LET IT GO

Our curiosity gets the best of us at times and we always wonder, but then, I agree with Tom on this one.

Yeah I know ur right. I love the father I have always will. He was great and still is but I still wonder what my real one is like and if I look like him little things like that I will never met him because I dont even have a name to find him. So I know its best I left it alone

yeah ur so right it does!! I wonder all the time!!