I never really got
to know you
as a child.

To me, you were
”The guy who came and
brought us food,
from McDonald’s!”

Those were happy days,
back then.

I was too young to
realize what was
going on between
you and Mom.

Divorce turned out
to be the best thing
for Mom and you.
We children stayed
with Mom.

We had our share of
bad times with Mom
as well.

I may not express this
very well but you are loved
and thought of often by me.

I know you better as a
grown-up than when
I was a child.

I love you so much, Daddy.


Written by Rebecca (Becca) P Lang on March 3, 2007
at 6:10pm CST. All rights reserved. ©