Disappointment
There are many times where a parent can screw up
But there are also chances for them to make it right.
The disappointment builds like change in a cup
I wish I could forgive her with all my mite
It is so hare to live
With this sadness that she brings.
I wish she would learn to give
Me the love that makes me want to sing.
It is coming to the end
And there is someone else that is not a wannabe be.
She will help me mend
And unlike her, she wants to be my mommy.
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