A Dad’s Time

Not today, my dear,
Tomorrow, my dear,
Next time, my dear—
Another tale of a dad.

This dad, a busy dad,
Always too busy for me,
Always too busy for us,
Never had time to see.

No time to attend to me,
No time to attend to us.
To my emotions, to connect—
Just silence in place of trust.

No laughter shared, no chats at night,
No school meetings in his sight.
My brother and I both had a dad,
But one who made our hearts feel sad.

A dad with time for meetings,
For contracts, deals, and greetings.
Time for laws and cases to win,
But not for love, where should we begin?

Lectures given, papers to mark—
A man whose world was cold and stark.
This dad—did he love us enough?
To spare his time, or was it too tough?

How I wish, in another life,
For a dad who would set aside his strife.
Time for me, time for us,
To build a bond, a love to trust.

Every time he says, “not today”,
I held a fragile hope instead.
That someday, somehow, he’d find a way,
To fill the void he left each day.

To mend this hole of emptiness,
This aching void of fatherlessness.
For a dad with time— is a gift so rare,
A love that shows he’s truly there.