Love Poem: Dads Home Made Record Player

Dads Home Made Record Player

What have I got to do to make you love me 
Why won't you love back 
How am I supposed to love me
When you won't even look at me back 
I am starring at the man in the mirror 
And no 1 is starring back
It's like I am a vampire
Awash in cold blood
And crocodile tears 
The years have been unkind to
Like sad songs and the rights of those I have wronged
I wrote on the back of a postcard to my Dad
How wonderful life is with you in my world
When the Doctor had given him less than a month to live
Stealing every intake of breath
Loved to death
Leader of our family rag tag band
If only I could hold your soft hands
One final time
I could love myself again
Love Like your everything