Redo

If there was a “do over”, No “game over” it meant Nothing change I would For I love who I am. “What if” is a childish game Of my little-chicken self. Having a normal life, With my father beside, Used to be a wish, I prayed every night. But let assume it’s real. In my “do over”, I’ll have a father With great memories: He’ll teach me to talk; He’ll walk me to school; He’ll play me in pool. That would be so cool! Yet, here’s the trade –off: The thought that I got From fighting alone Be strong I was taught Plus wonderful moms I got In school, in church, and at home And that’s why I stop Considering my “do over”. For I love what I’ve made myself up From not having a father: A gentle and responsible man.