Wish He Was My Dad

his eyes were

fatherly, she, dancing on tippy toes.

sad and strangely welcoming

like his daughter, truth be told.
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his eyes were

watching over her as she grows.

a pile of toys turn into boys

when he was their age, now so old.
⠀⠀⠀

his eyes were

sorrow with twinkles and glitters

from his first father’s day card.

how he wished she was here.

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