Daddy

by Lizbeth Rivas
(Junction City, OR, United States)

Good daddy wiped my tears
it’s the small things that
make a difference
tucked me in, in bed when
I wasn’t feeling right.
I’m sure he’s got my back
even when he don’t let me
go out at night,
I guess he’s got his reasons,
like he says,
one day ill understand and
I lay on my bed wishing that,
that day will come by soon.