Dear Father,
Our first memory,
the courthouse yard
adoption hearing
the decisions not hard
i chose mom
and you chose drugs
now you're in jail
my heart feels no tug
you wont see my graduation
or any future celebrations
I hope you finally learn
To be the father your children deserve.
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