I cannot hide
I cannot run
I've done my time
I've got to go.
My father died
A braver soul.
He was killed.
Hung in a pole.
His sins I see
In tarnished red
I hate to see
My father dead
My mother cried
As I was told
My fathers life
Will go no more
They say to live.
To keep on go
But my tears will hide
What I cannot hold.
It's been a year.
Since his death.
My mothers gone
And I am next.
My little Jewel
They smile no more
I had no money
To take her home
My dearest friends
The writer I know
Write this please
Don't leave this alone
My last dear word.
Just for you.
Is to let it out.
But not through blue
YOU ARE READING
Daddy is a (Fe)Male
PoesíaA child learns about her father. ((Yes, the name means the father is an Iron Man. *Eyeroll*))