You walked out and said i don't care
You said you never wanted to see our baby.
The baby is now 2 years old.
A little boy names Noah Richard
He walks around saying where;s daddy chachey
I don't know the words to say to him
He is so young and wont understand
I cry at night wishing you were here
Wishing you would call
Wishing you find in your heart that your son needs you
But than i think to my self
do you remember you have a baby.
or did you forget and toss it away
move on and never remember
This my not really be a poem but it would mean a lot to me if you could vote my son is my greatest joy
