I look a lot like him,
but he is new to me.
He didn't pass his genes to me,
cause I am not really his little girl.
But he is and always will be my dad.
He plays catch with me in the yard,
he try not to throw to hard.
He bought me a brand new bike,
It costed more than I ever thought.
It may seem odd to the common kid,
but his is my dad.
And I love being his kid.
***this poem is about my guardian Tim. for the past 4 years he's helped take care of me. You may be wondering what happen to my parents...and the answer in nothing. I see my real mom from time to time and I know where My real dad live but I couldn't live the life my mom was leading me into.***
