The Eclectic Pen - Father

By: Miriam G. (SoccerMomMimi)   + 20 more  
Date Submitted: 2/12/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 189


Iíve accepted the fact that you wasnít there
Didnít know how to feed or how to care
Wandered the streets till the daylight hours
When you should of been home tucking us in bed
I understand you had your own demons
Made to be a father at a young age
You started drinking a little
Smoking a little
Till life was all fucked/screwed up
Yea it fucked/screwed me up inside knowing you didnít care
Knowing you rather be with a whore
Rather than kissing your family good night
You didnít notice us changing right before your eyes
Didnít notice us running the streets coming home with the colors of the block
Told me to do my homework knowing I hadnít been to school in weeks
Hiding in the bars from your own seed
You didnít notice me when I came home drunk trying to be like you
Only to find out that I had been raped too
You never said ďBaby how was your day?Ē
Rather instead say ďGet the fuck out of my way.Ē
You never knew of the love I had for you
You never knew how much I cared
You never knew how much I wanted to say
ďDaddy, I love you.Ē

You will never know.

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Colleen N. (flyguysangel) - , - 2/14/2008 10:49 AM ET
This poem just ripped my heart out. I know that it can be therapeutic to share and I truly hope that you can gain some peace from all of your pain. Thank you for sharing! It is a brave thing to share such intimate aspects of your life.
Barbara P. (gotchagal) - , - 4/12/2010 2:23 AM ET
You paint such an intense picture. The vivid colors are impossible to ignore. There is no way not to react to them. Sadly, the colors are shades of Hell. I love your work. Keep it up and get it out. God bless you and yours. Barbara Gregory-Pearlman
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