Step-Daddy fouled-up
Blood-Daddy went missing
But Daddy Long-Legs sat waiting
just for me to sit beside him.
When I arrived he just stared,
watched me drown my bitterness
in four bowls of lentil soup.
I walked away and he's probably still waiting.
I'd always have to seek him out,
just like the other Daddies.
Nika McGuin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daddy-long-legs-2/
