Every time daddy issued
her flowers,
It wasn’t the sweet scent
that kept her waiting.
It was her waiting
for the slightest sound
of his voice,
His noisy throat clearing
And his deep voice
that deepened to the core of her soul.
On that day,
she carried his flowers
cruised her way through the people.
The people watched
but she had nothing to watch.
On that day,
she didn’t hear her daddy’s voice,
but a few wrapped up lines.
She had daddy issues,
but she didn’t see her daddy issue
the daily flowers.
This Poem was published in the June 2023 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
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