*This one is my first poem so please try to comment*
When my mom told me what had happened to my dad I felt sorry for him. I mean to know that your father made bad choices, But was paying for his mistakes. My dad always helped me when I needed him he was there. When he needed to see me I wasnâ??t always thereâ?¦..What I mean by not always there for him is. I live in a different city than he does he lives in Austin, Texas and I live in San Antonio, Texas. It is a big difference I mean I love my dad so much.. But when he needs me Iâ??m not always there for him. He doesnâ??t have my phone number he has my moms phone number but not mine.When I think about all the things he has done for me. I think wow Iâ??m really lucky to have a dad like him. To have someone who loves you but knows that youâ??re a little far away. Who doesnâ??t know where you live, Who doesnâ??t mind when you donâ??t call him. Who says heâ??s glad to see you knowing that sometimes he knows you donâ??t want to be there.That\'s my dad.
