"Tears are the silent language of grief."
-Voltaire
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Help me Daddy
Daddy Daddy, Help me;
I drew a dog this morning;
My teacher got really angry;
She said I was not listening;
She took my paper and tore it;
And I feel like really really sick;
The dog I had drawn was Mandy;
The one you gave to me, daddy.
At breaktime I lost my money;
No one helped me, I was so hungry;
The food that mommy packed;
Was lost too, just my luck;
I put it under my chair;
I put it there, I really swear;
But when I was about pick it;
I found nothing but a bubbly spit.
YOU ARE READING
Daddy
Poetry"Daddy, daddy, Help me." How does being helpless feel? no one could hear you, no one cares, no one dares. I wrote this poem according to the article I read that morning. what does being Father-less feel, having a mother but never seem to care, hav...
