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Last Days for Dad


Last days for Dad, I wasn't really glad, So naive and harsh, Mom told me, "I'm done." "As we change, we're going to have fun." I sat in the car with relief and despair, I was a little enlightened that Dad's out of my hair, Went to the library to find my sister, As we get books higher than a twister, Had to put some books on my card, Since my sister's card was barred, But, still, My dad, leaving so soon, Next Tuesday- a hundred moons, Last Days for Dad, Last Days for Dad, Too bad, But not so bad.
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