2003 poems

When I'm mad
My Dad tries to make me glad.
Sometimes I get so sad
Because He makes me so mad
But in the end
He is there to make me glad again
So that's my Dad for you.
And there are times when my Dad
Has gotten mad at me
Because I was so very bad.
Everyone is bad every now and then.
Then one day, I told my Dad that

 I was sad because he would never
Come see me when I called him up
On the phone.
When I was sad, he left me alone
Wondering if my Dad was mad at me
For being bad that one time.
I really don't know, this is a little funny

Because my Dad's name is Brad.

(c)Cherisse Powers


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