<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=554631" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Growing up #2</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never talk much about my Dad<br>Because, when I do I get very sad<br>I can't give my dad much credit<br>Dad didn't raise us, mom did it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh please don't get me wrong<br>I loved him, he used to sing songs<br>But dad could be mean with his words<br>I know, because I always heard</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard him talk to mom, like she was a dog<br>And when he wanted his kids, it was to kill a hog<br>He would take us to his mothers<br>And they would sit and talk about others</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They talked mean about mom and her kids<br>Like he didn't help bring us into this world, but he did<br>Don't get me wrong, I loved him, because he was my dad<br>But he always put his mother in front of my mom, and that was sad</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dad took us to his mothers one day<br>And we were sent out to play<br>While my dad set at her table and ate banana pudding<br>kids wasn't allowed to eat, mom got mad, because her kids couldn't</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So mom came out and set with her kids<br>When dad got done, the fight was on, and she did<br>It was months before mom would go back over there<br>Heck it was months, before we went any where</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eight kids that mom and dad had<br>It was all left up to my mom, and that is so sad<br>If I had A gold award, I would ask my mom to stand up<br>Because dad didn't help us grow up</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This gold statue, Is awarded to my mom<br>For raising five girls and three sons</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frieda+Lumpkins">Frieda Lumpkins</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=554631" data-title="Growing up #2 de Frieda Lumpkins" data-description="I never talk much about my Dad Because, when I do I get very sad I can't give my dad much credit Dad didn't raise us, mom did it Oh please don't get me wrong I loved him, he used to sing songs But dad could be mean with his words I know, because ..."></div> </div> </div>

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