D.A.D.D.Y

D.A.D.D.Y

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Everyone has one Father and that's God. Luckily my siblings and I were blessed a daddy . . . a man that saw his kids as more than an obligation, who saw our potential and nurtured it. Who saw our flaws and our failures and loved us in spite of them. Who worked his hardest to provide us with his best, long after we were able to provide for ourselves. If you're blessed enough to have a daddy, please let them know you love them . . . not just today, but every day. Each of these poems is dedicated to Carlton Leroy Smith (January 25, 1957-November 8, 2011)
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I'd always been curious about life outside of the cold, dark alley. He made me want to be free and forget that I was a nobody who deserved the cards dealt to me. He made me experience emotions I'd never felt before, he made me feel like I belonged, and then he made me fall in love. A love so strong that I wanted to spend my days repaying him for everything he'd done for me, but I was afraid it would all end tragically.

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