By H. Blair Woisard
I will not cry - not now - not this time.
I will not feel at fault.
You've done this once - then again and again
Until it is I that has come undone.
For years I looked to you for affection.
For years I looked for your love.
With my wedding day approaching I still feel the
For my father I am searching and yet I find none.
Gone as long as I remember.
Forever dropping me off.
I wonder if you ever saw me
Or if you ever wanted to at all.
Not once have I felt pretty.
Not once did I feel your pride.
With my wedding day approaching I fear I will never be that beautiful bride.
Your only child
Your only baby girl
Is searching for the father
Who wants to be apart of her world.
I've stood up for you always
I never once did falter.
And now as I soon approach the alter
I wonder if this daughter will ever have her father.
There's one life to live
Another cannot be.
So what is left to see is if or if not this
relationship will ever be.
So here I am, just one last time, asking…
Could you ever just love me for me?
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