I'm sure you want me to write something beautiful, something happy. But I can't afford that luxury. Some people have fathers some people aren't so lucky.
I'm the one who sits at the park bench watching other children play tag with their father. And I get a little sad inside because I could never have the same thing.
I'm the one who sees a father and his daughter buy ice cream together and I am so happy for them. Because my father, I cannot afford his time.
I don't even know if I am worthy of a father's love. Because that type of love I've never felt. I've never had it. It's never been in my hand, even to grasp.
But I'm supposed to write about how I love my father and how he's been so good to me. Well as I've said I cannot afford that luxury.
But Happy Father's Day to My Savior, my lord because he's always been there for me. Because I can afford that luxury.