Texas Took My Dad
As I fall asleep each night
I have my teddy bear in hand
For he is the replacement that I am forced to have
…Since Texas took my dad.
My dad is not the killer
That you are led to believe he is.
He is a kind and gentle soul who only tried to do
What he believed was best for me.
My life was threatened by a man
Who Texas already killed
So why must there be a two for one
It isn’t a fair deal!
Now I find myself trying very hard
Not to be consumed by hate
Just like the corrupt Texas prison guards
And for those of you,
Who want to kill my dad…
For shame, for shame
Its you who are now to blame
for taking away my life!
May Jesus do what’s good for you and show you what is right!
-Paige Lynn Wood
Waiting
I sit and wait
…And wonder.
I have been waiting my whole life
All the time wondering…
Is my daddy coming home?
Will I ever get to see him?
Touch him?
Hold his hand?
Or ever hug him tight?
Will I ever get to sit in his lap or
Talk to him face to face
Instead of through the pane of glass
That messes with my brain.
Sometimes at night
I find myself
Waiting by the door
Just hoping that this is all a bad dream
And he will simply
Walk through the door
I need for him to
Tuck me in
And ask me about my day,
Then read me a bedtime story
While my worries drift away;
Then say a little prayer for me,
My friends and family
Then all the other boys and girls who are hurting
Just like me.
I am daddy’s baby girl, and even though I am 14 years of age
I’m secretly still 3 years old
waiting for my daddy to come home.
-Paige Lynn Wood