The Unknown Father

‘Don’t think about it’, you said.
‘Don’t cry’.
But how can I forget?
I don’t even wanna try.

His name meant nothing to me,
I didn’t know him in life.
Whether he played golf, or smoked a cigar,
or if he loved his wife.

But that day in the graveyard
Full of gravestones old and new,
I saw a bunch of daisies on his grave
and a card that said “Daddy, I love you.”