My mom left my father br When I was only eight. br I spent many nights br Crying. br I missed him so much. br Mom said, “Dry your tears. br He doesn’t care about you.” br Somehow I believed her, but br Nineteen years later br I placed a call to him. br He didn’t hang up on me. br And he said he did care. br Told me he never knew br Where I was at. br Said he always wondered br If I was okay. br All those years br I was out of his life. br All that sadness. br The card I got that Christmas br Signed, “Love, Your Dad” br Will always be treasured. br He passed away br Shortly after I was getting to know him br Through phone calls and letters. br Never got to see him again. br All those years wasted. br All those times a little girl br Cried alone br Because she thought br Her father didn’t love her. br Parents be careful what you say br To children.