A Better Future
It's 5:30 am
The smell of coffee and bright light coming from your parents' room wakes you up
Daddy's up for work
Daddy never stops
Momma is unable
I pull my sheets over my head and drift to sleep
Dad comes home, it's 7:54 pm
Logging is no easy job
His dirty face, and ripped clothing are what make him, him.
His genuine smile warms my heart.
A better future is what I strive to make for myself and for my family
Daddy just needs some rest
He is hard headed
My family says I am just like him
I WILL make someone of my self
So daddy will never work again.
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