To Dad By Cassie Haugabook

[Babs onabanjo]

Dear God,

I'm imaginary.

Its the one thing I keep learning daily, YOU see.

Do they not know, I TOO, was created--masterfully.

Dear God,

I'm imaginary.

Even those I cherish most look right through me.

They say they'll care, and always be there.

There seems to forever be an, until.

I have given my very best.

Worked harder than the rest.

Never trying to impress.

Cause God, I DO IT ALL FOR YOU.

As you watch, I wonder what YOU see.

As you see your children watching me.

Are YOU proud?

Are YOU sad?

Do I EVER care if I make YOU mad?

I look at my tiny, little life and wonder if they will every truly, one day, see ME God.

Or will they wait until the time, to care, or opine...

when I'm  truly imaginary?