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Seeing my daughters as they grow up, being loved as a child should be loved by their father, and grieving for what I did not, nor will I ever, have.

many try to control those they love....thinking somehow by controlling them they shall have them forever...however to control someone only serves to snuff out the very soul your scared of losing

I wrote this poem in celebration of my friends daughter returning home after a pervert had snatched her over a year ago.

I apologize in advance for this one.  It is on a topic close to my heart and one that reared its ugly head in my consciousness recently.  It kept on nagging until I had to write.

Don't ask.