Daddy, whatever did I do that you
could not love me, like I wanted you to do.
I wished and prayed for one of your hugs
like the ones you gave to your other
Daddy, I am sorry you hated me so much,
I loved to to have felt your tender touch. I
tried to be the good little girl, you
wanted me to be, tried so hard to
work to make you proud of me.
But all I did was made you sad, made
you mad. Whatever did I do daddy that made
you hate me so much…call me names
for I always took the blame. I am
sorry, I made you feel ashamed of me
or you could not see… how much
I love thee.
Daddy, you left behind in my mind,
so many unanswered questions, when you
had to go away. Even yet, still beyond
the grave; I am still trying to be brave.
Still trying to get your approval, work hard
to have you to be proud of me.
See daddy, your other girls, your
other daughters, treats me just
like you did, just wanted to let
you know, I don’t let the hurt
show. You always told me that
little girls aren’t suppose to cry
told me to be strong, never show nobody
my weakness or trust a friend,
or even men.
I talked to momma yesterday, the visit
did not go well, she remembers all her
children except me, but yet daddy, I remember
what you use to say, be strong my child,
don’t let anybody see you cry for it
will show your weakness so be strong
and just move along.
Again, I did what you instill in my mind,
and started to sing your favorite song.
I do what you say still beyond the grave
to be strong and brave. Daddy, if I may
I just wanted you to know; I still love you today.