Sometimes I sit and wonder why?
Or if I even stopped to cry.
Did I understand what I was told,
After all I was three years old.
When you left it was rough for a while,
But Mom was there to make us smile.
You left us behind without a trace,
But no more bruises on Mom's pretty face.
I always thought it was because we were bad,
But maybe it was because you weren't a good dad.
I thought you'd call or send a note,
The phone never rang and you never wrote.
Years have passed and I've grown older,
My love for "Dad" has just grown colder.
I see you now from time to time,
so many things go through my mind.
What should I do...... What should I say?
But you don't even look my way.
Not a glance a look or a stare,
How could a "Daddy" just not care?
Don't you care that you have grandkids?
Who don't even know who grandpa is?
I guess you couldn't be a grandpa if you couldn't be a dad,
Its not for me but for him I'm sad.
Sometimes I sit and wonder why,
But I guess I will until the day I die.