Do You Remember?

Alright, here's a poem with a bit of background, put simply, though--my dad's an a**. He was there for my entire childhood--well, all that I consider my childhood, for me that ended when I was eight. My dad never really cared about me, I'd ask him if he could play with me at all in a week, and he'd say "Maybe later" but later never came, he was always to busy with his computers. I'm not saying that I'm neglected or anything, I'm just reflecting on my childhood that ended nearly seven years ago, now. I wonder how life would have been if my dad hadn't even been a small part of my life, you know? I've always questioned what it's like to have a father that wants to help you with your problems, one that encourages to do your best, one that watches football all season with his buddies, cheering and screaming at the TV. I've always wanted a dad--one that actually cared. My step-dad's good, I guess, but he's not my dad. And, besides, I want a dad that participates in sports, not one that complains about them with beer at hand.

I just wrote this as a kind of little rant-type-thing because I needed to express myself without screaming at my sisters, mom, or step-dad, because, honestly, these guys care about me and I them. Anyways, anybody want to offer me critique on this poem/rant?

Do you remember the days that past
As I sat on your knee?
The days I smiled just because I could?
Do you remember the days that past
Between the time I believed and then no longer believed
That Santa and Rudolph, and The Easter truly existed?
Do you remember the jokes I'd tell?
When I'd laugh at myself because you wouldn't?
No, of course you don't, you'd never remember, I know.

But I still find myself asking, do you remember how curly my hair was?
Do you remember the coils it fell in?
Do you remember the way I'd cry and shout whenever mom tried to brush it?
Do you remember my birthdays, how they'd light me up as if it were Christmas,
Even if I had no gifts at all? Even if you--dare I say it--
Forgot that it was indeed my birthday?
Do you remember when I'd say, "I love you daddy!"
Just wishing you'd say it back?
No, of course you don't, you'd never remember, I know.

Do you remember me asking you when you'd be able to play?
Do you remember me wishing to play with you whenever was fit for you?
Do you remember how anxious I'd be whenever there came a school play?
Even though I knew you wouldn't show up, I still hoped. Do you remember?
Please, tell me, do you remember? Don't lie.
You want to know why I'd know you'd lie? It's because I know you don't remember.
You never cared. You never pretended to care.
I was always there, and as were you--But you never cared,
Not once in my five thousand, three hundred, fifty-three days of life.