WHY DO I MISS HIM?

He was abusive…yes, I know,
So why is it…I miss him so?
No other man will walk the earth,
Who can take claim to daddy’s mirth.

He rocked the world in which he dwelled,
When inner anger was propelled…
So why is it I miss him so?
The answer to this…I don't know.

I wear the scars upon my soul,
From the childhood he stole…
His wrath of life poured down on me
And yet I miss him, don’t you see?

In many ways, I understand…
But, oh, the anger in his hand.
His temperament brought laughs and fear…
And, oh, how daddy loved his beer.

So many times I wished him dead…
This man who messed a child’s head,
But now that daddy’s gone from here…
I miss him more each passing year.