"daddy, daddy!"
a tear fell down the boy's cheek
(he was only ten.)
not a daddy; just a brother
but two year olds didn't know better…

he was the only man the little ones saw
and he was a(mess) too.
missing a love that he (never) had.

…so his mother got (re)married
but the outcome wasn't better….

abuse became life and life
(stopped) looking so sweet.
love became (rare) & cherished
(that is, when even around.)

and when seen it was a present
a (thin) piece of joy in a world
so empty for him.

but by the windowsill he watched the trees
wondering where his daddy could be
and awaiting the day he'd finally
come home.