قصيدة أخت من أمريكا (مسلمة) ...

I'm sorry you didn't hear me write these, you'd have been

so proud i guess

And you weren't there to lift me up on a cloud

Sorry you weren't there to tell me there's nothing to fear

But then again you should have been here

I'm sorry you weren't the one to teach me to ride a bike

Or the one who took me on my first ride

I'm sorry you weren't the one who carried me on his back

that was my other daddy, the one I actually had!

Or the one who held me tight when strength is what I lacked

I'm sorry you weren't the one to help me when i fell down and cried

Or tell me I did great when I really tried

I'm sorry you were never there to teach me how to cook

Or there at night to read me my favorite book

I'm sorry me as a daughter is what you never had

You will always be my father, but you will never be my dad

NEVER

bay my friend sariah mcdade