Dad

By Justice Clark

I try to see what you could be,

But all I see is who made me.

You left my mom and went to jail,

You made my life so frail

You were locked up for seven years,

How me and my mom wished you were here.

You came back,

but only for a week.

and that’s when the fighting reached its peak.

That was the first time I could speak.

Your birthday is March the 10th