When I was Little:
You took his place,
knowing I'd love you differently.
You accepted my odd quirks,
even though I didn't know you yet.
You told me you loved me,
despite the I couldn't call you daddy.
When I got older:
You hugged me when I cried,
even though I pushed you away.
You helped me learn,
despite how much I insulted you.
You filled in his place,
knowing I might get mad.
Now:
You tell me the truth,
despite what my reply might be.
You punish me when I deserve it,
knowing I might hate you afterwards.
You still love me,
even though I know I've made it hard.
Despite not having your last name,
Despite not sharing your blood,
I feel like you're my Daddy.
Knowing you've done stupid things,
Knowing I have no right to do so,
I still think of you as my Daddy.
Even though you werent there when I was born,
Even though you're not my father,
I know you're my Daddy.