Band-aides On My Knee
Please stay home daddy and take care of me.
You canít hold me if youíre in prison or put a band-aide on my knee
What about my birthday daddy, and youíre nowhere around?
You canít help me blow out the candles or look at the rocks and bugs I found.
And daddy how can I do well in school if Iím always worried and missing you?
Donít you care how you make me feel or what you put me through?
Do you maybe not really want me? It kind of makes me feel that way.
Iíve been just as good as I can be, so youíve just got to stay.
I hate that old dope and money, it makes daddies do crazy things.
They forget all about their babies and go away forever or so it seems.
Please donít do wrong daddy, you have to teach me how to be.
You canít do that from a prison cell, you have to be home with me.
Hold me daddy, Please hold me, Iíll never let you go.
I love you daddy, I need you, You know that donít you know?
Oh no daddy, how could you? Now youíll be gone too long.
Youíll miss my birthday, and wonít get to sing me that song.
Daddy you donít love me do you? Why are you so mean?
Why do you put ďthat lifeĒ ahead of me? What about my needs?
But daddy, Iíll still wait for you always, hoping you will change.
Godís angels will put a band-aide on my knee until you get your life arranged.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|kitkatrina (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, January 5 2004, 12:41 am|
I really loved this one LCN, it was good. You have an awesome talent and you're putting it to great use. Keep up this great work, I'm looking forward to more.
|kelly (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, January 6 2004, 06:26 pm|
Van, the sad thing about this poem is that this is exactly how you are. I just don't understand you...I can't read anymore of your poems they are making me angry.
|Stacey (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, January 6 2004, 09:01 pm|
I think you're an excellent writer and i admire your work. Great job. ~Stace
|Natulis75 (184.108.40.206) -- Monday, May 17 2004, 04:05 pm|
This is truly one of the best poems I have ever read. It touched me b/c I can truly relate to it as I had a father who was locked up for most of my life. keep up the good work.
|sarah hord (220.127.116.11) -- Friday, September 9 2005, 05:10 pm|
thanks i am giving this one to andrew and elizabeths dad. If i can find him. they are my children, brian left us when Andrew was 2 and he has only seen liz one time. i hate dope i hate it so much why do we have to suffer from it
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