What if he was my dad
instead of my spouse?
I would have had a home
not just lived in their house
I would have had a bedroom
and a cozy-soft warm bed
with pretty pink gingham sheets
and a fluffy pillow for my head
He would have known and cared
what I was doing, where and when
not ignored and left me wandering alone
He would be a worried mother hen
If I was left unsupervised
or let wander too far away
he'd be livid with those who did
and send them on their way
He'd watch and keep me near
And if I went away
he wouldn't rest until
I was home to stay
He'd vet people with wary distrust
He'd ban creep, perv and lout
He'd protect me from weirdos
instead of seeking them out
We'd have tea parties
with Raggedy Ann and Bear Bears
with popcorn and juice treats
we'd sit on tiny wobbly chairs
He'd cut hotdog pennies
for my siblings and me
with toothpick kebabs
and baloney triangles for tea
He would have held me
proudly on his lap
he'd tuck me in at night
And always bless my nap
he'd have read me stories
and fallen asleep with me in his arms
He'd shield me against evil
and any and all harms
He would patiently brush and comb
my Lady Godiva brown hair
He'd have left it grow long
Not chopped it thread bare
he'd paint me piggy toes
with polish of poolside blue
he'd hoik me into my tights
and kiss my knee booboo
He'd have made sure I knew
and that I'd never forget
I was loved and special
not something to regret
He wouldn't be perfect
because no parent is
but I wouldn't care
cuz I knew I was his
I would be wanted, treasured
whatever I was would be fine
he'd love my imperfections
even more because they were mine
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