Her young impressionable mind
Being shaped
By words so unkind
What kind of life
Is left for her and her dad
He isn't the dead beat kind
He works hard to support her
Though it all goes to the mother
The phone calls and child support
Sending his love
So she can feel it miles away
This is all up to him
And his continuous efforts
No photographs, no letters
No let's call dad
No memories other than
When it's his turn this weekend
He bends over backwards
To accommodate the mother
Yet no slack is shown towards him
Their bond is stretching slim
And the mother compares her
To her other siblings
Yet that's a different situation
Nowhere near these complications
This love shouldn't feel foreign
After all she's his first born
He doesn't give up hope
Just keeps his head up
Can't keep a good father down
This too will get better
God will shed light on this
All this will become the past
His love for her will forever last
