Right Choice
Every day when I wake up,
There is no dad who says good morning,
Every time when I feel down,
there is no dad to say it will be ok.
He had a choice,
But he didn't pick me,
We're miles apart,
But he's still in my heart,
The only love he's given me,
Came in the shape of two puppies,
I guess that's all he's good for,
Living life like a dog can't be much more.
By Veronica T. Nieves
poem by Veronica Nieves
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