I can’t explain it, Baby Girl,
..why the calls get infrequent and it’s weeks with no word.
I can’t soothe it, Baby Girl,
.. you’re longing for father’s touch when you wake from a bad dream.
I can’t comfort you, Baby Girl,
..that you won’t feel lonely when your friends argue with their fathers and the space behind you is empty.
I can’t announce it, Baby Girl,
..when your maiden name changes ink to another gentleman’s and we hope that he’s 25% more than..
I can’t complete it, Baby Girl,
..when he orders your pizza with sausage instead of extra cheese..because he doesn’t know.
I can’t forecast it, Baby Girl,
..that the reality of your statistic is that your success rate is cut in half.
I can’t secure it, Baby Girl,
..that you can’t trust him to be on time for the daddy-daughter picnic, again.
I can’t clean it, Baby…
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