My name is Phillip
I am a poet
Our father took our name and broke it
I'm sitting here trying to figure out why
The father that I know would never ever lie
No wonder he didn't come with us and mother
All my sisters and little brothers
Read this and tears fill our eyes
As we sit here and watch our mother cry
My name is Phillip. I am a poet. I can't believe it but my father took our name and broke it. And I, now know why, when momma saw the paper she started to cry.
@rosytea-- your welcome! I actually saw the post you made on Pinterest on the pin that inspired you to write "Petunias" just yesterday. So I thought I should check it out and I love it so far!