Daddy my hands are little so little and i twist them in fear because you are coming Daddy and you’re, oh, so big You’re coming to get me and I cannot hide I just have to sit here and wait huddled in the corner of my bed with my little hands while you terrorize me with the step of your foot and the slap of your belt tell me, Daddy? how is it at 31 with hands no longer small my heart beats so fast while I write this poem Share this:PrintTwitterLinkedInFacebookTumblrEmailPinterestRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related One thought on “Daddy” Add yours I cried reading this and I am 60 years old. LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ
I cried reading this and I am 60 years old.