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Lacy's Writings
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Father's hands by Lacy Pittman Father's hands are clean Mother's hands are sore Father never calls, never walks through our door Mother's face is tired from every stressful day Father's face is solemn he didn't work that way Mother's back is sore every work day is the same and now it's almost time for her baby's big game that simple soccer game and a smile from her kid makes Mother feel so much younger than she ever did Father comes home to an empty place Father does not know how he is a disgrace His children do not know him he's a stranger to them Father doesn't cry because they're strangers to him Mother feels the sadness when her children are away Mother spends her moments near them everyday Mother has so much to share her life is filled with happiness the children she created will never know loneliness the tears and the boredom the hurt and the sorrow the smiles and the giggles Mother knows every one Father doesn't see Father just runs Father wasn't there for the good times or the bad from now on and forever Father will be sad He may not know exactly why But one day he'll break down and cry he didn't see those moments and soon he will be gone his children are all grown up and it won't be long they'll have their own children and they'll know what to do everything the opposite of what Father taught them to Father's hands are clean Mother's hands are sore Father never calls he never walks through our door. |
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Copyrighted 2010
Updated on: 09/05/2011 11:29:14 PM
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