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Absent Father


Growing up all I wanted was a father around Searching for something, that I never found These are the feelings that I’ve always hid There are so many things you never took time and did You could have helped lead me in the right direction You could have showed me a little love and affection You could have showed me the attention; a girl should get from her dad You could have helped discipline me when I was being bad You could have showed me how to ride my bike Or showed me the way to be treated right Can you believe it, it’s been seventeen years Believe it or not, I’ve shed countless tears It’s sad to say Mom did it all alone Look at me Daddy, I’m almost grown I can sit here and talk about how hard it’s been for me Or sit back and pity you for what you did not get to see Although this might come as a shock to everyone So far, I am proud of what I have become And one day, deep down, you’ll have to admit That you had absolutely nothing to do with it.
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Kiyanalynn

I am 20 years old. I atten California University PA, and i am a psychology major.

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Comments (8)

imscope
<p>This is brilliant in so many ways but I especially love the last two lines. They seem to capture the grief, the frustration and I guess a little bit of rebelliousness in this speaker. I was able to really feel it. Great!!</p>
somersaleh
Wow...this is amazing....your beautiful words said it all..*in tears honestly*.
truebeuty94
<3 its beutiful
spokensnaps
Speechless.
paz.meli95
beautiful,simply beautiful.
writer1997
I'm in the same situation as you. If you need something you just need to ask.
Mafi Grey
I understand what it's like to be unrecognized. Such beauty of stature that not even Romeo could touch. Only for you to stand among others, I wonder to myself do missing fathers make sound when they fall. He'll never have that chance to tell you it ok to fall, but you have to get back up. Great work for those of single parents.
hart2013
this is a beautiful poem. You wrote your heart out on this one. Keep writing and never stop.

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