You don't have to go dad,
while they are all here.

Every few months dad,
why do you disappear?

Her dad comes to the park,
her mother too is here.

But why do you have to go,
while the others are here.

You send me gifts dad,
but it doesn't stop the tears.

Every time you walk away dad,
it builds up a certain fear.

Will you come home dad?
I really miss you my dear.

This is a poem I wrote for my Godchild to her Father who works away from home. I early thought of the title as I do it for the money :)