Prefers to be alone, doesn't like companionship or the company of friends and family. |
My daddy was a good man a strong, silent type hardworking, never missed a day of work, dependable, took good care of his family. Always kept a roof over our heads and food in our mouths clothes on our back My daddy, the man I used to go fishing with, just me and him I would fish, while he gulped on a "schlitz" beer I was daddy's girl, my brother and him just never bonded, it was I that did things with daddy he would take me to the corner store and buy me whatever I wanted, so long as I didn't tell mommy, he had bought beer My Mama would cry, because she wanted to spend time with him to they slept in different bedrooms Mama and me and my brother would go to all family gatherings by ourselves daddy would stay home and watch the game and drink his beer Mama would always have to do everything alone, well with us kids. Parks, movies, restaurants, shopping, bar b que's, Church always without daddy, but he would be there sitting at home when we got there I remember mama crying, wishing that he would do things with his family or take her out on a date, just her and him. Or go to company picnics with all of us so that every one could see her handsome husband. But daddy would never go. They would argue about it all the time, I remember how hurt my mama was, daddy loved me and my brother, but I don't know if he really loved my mama He died at 45 due to alcohol, and he died alone, just like he always wanted to be, alone with no one there to hear his last words As I grew up and became an adult, I wanted a man just like my daddy Strong, dependable, hardworking A man that would take good care of his family, Silent, since I'm the loud one Well, I got just what I wanted, A man just like my father. I love him, but I can see now how my mama's heart felt. I just want to be his girlfriend again, so he will show me how much I really mean to him, I just wish we could do family things, not just always me and the kids. God knows how I love him, I just wished he could see before it's too late, how much (we), I mean to him I just want to be his again. |