Dadi

**to avoid any more confusion, this poem is meant to be from two peoples veiw, myself, and my 10 yr old little sister and how we feel about our dadi.**


Dadi


Dadi, dadi,
Are you even there?
Do you ever think of us?
Do you even care?
When we come to see you,
You're very rarely in,
Do we need to fight for you?
Will we ever win?
I don't see why you always need to be away,
I understand that it's for work,
but it's practically every day!
I turn to look for you,
But i don't see you.
I wounder will i ever?
Even when i need too?