by Robin Labenberg
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It is sometimes easier to stay angry then to feel the pain..
You just threw away your entire life.
Lived as if you had no children or wife.
Why weren't we enough to make you stay?
Answer, to that question I will never hear you say.
I hated you for so long.
I etched into my brain everything that you did that was wrong.
It was easier to just stay mad.
I could not handle the pain of feeling that sad.
You were, after all everything that was good.
I held you a higher pedestal then anyone should.
I was going to church on early Sunday morn,
You were stumbling home with smile well worn.
Had so much love for the bottle
You never grew up and expected to be cottled.
I never spoke one good word about you after you died.
Let's face it there was so much plenty of dirt so I never lied.
Never told anyone how you were so smart.
Never whispered I was his princess, I owned his heart.
Didn't spoke about you singing about my blue eyes.
I was mad that you just up and left me with so many whys.
Damn you, I loved you more anyone.
But I could not forgive you for what you had done.
You hurt me so bad but I kept those feelings to myself.
Any tears that ever fell, were wept with much stealth.
I became judge and jury in the way that you lived.
I honestly never knew forgiveness was not mine to give.
I felt so much arrant pain that I needed to hide.
My feelings like shard glass and hard to abide.
So many promises forever remain broken.
All my questions to you shall remain unspoken.
Daddy to a little girl..but now I am all grown.
Guess you will reap all that you have sown.
You will never see your grandaughters and that is your loss.
Made your bed, layed in it, and this my Father, is the cost.
It was never about me, it was always you.
I lived a lifetime before I knew that was true .
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|Reviewed by leny kersten-bovens (Reader)
|dear mr labenberg,
read you're poem.I was wondering if this is about you.I already sended you an email with the question of you're father was Ralph Labenberg, who staid in Maastricht during the war l945. I've told you that he was my biological father who I dit meet in l972 in St.Clair Pa. But I am not sure that he was related tot you. Would you please let me know??? I am waiting for you're answer.
Thank you very mutch en with kind regards
|Reviewed by Candy T (Reader)
|you're right that it is easier to stay angry than to feel pain. you've written this piece with such honesty and heart. i hope that it has alleviated your feelings in some way, and that eventually you will find peace.|
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
A depicting of a sad experience of a child that made a teenager old
to age a billion years... "Daddy" strikes thoughts on family and social affairs and stimulates social responsibility.
I have learned from this composition the importance of a child care;
and what family represents.
Thank You, Poet for lighting the candle of healthy life.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|Wow Robin, the story in itself is heart-breaking but I do understand. The rhyme scheme is impeccable my friend. I'll be in touch about my surgery, thanks again friend
Love, Janny xoxoxo
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|A truly heartbreaking painful piece, Robin - and I truly hope that you've now found peace in your heart.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|powerful write, robin! well done!|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Such sad truth so well expressed, Robin. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace to you. Regis|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|flawless rhyme and meter ...|
|Reviewed by Joyce Hale
|Robin, your pain shows through, and so does forgiveness.
Peace to you.
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
|Children often take on the guilt of their parent's troubles, which is just not fair. Not only do they lose and miss a big part of childhood, but adulthood as well. They spend all their time trying to figure out a way to 'change' what has trailed behind them all their lives, and by the time they understand it's not their fight to fight, it's sometimes too late.
This was a tough one to read...cause I wanted to stop and hug the child..and because I couldn't see through the tears.
Sad but so honest.
|Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson
|Robin, Eilleen spoke of it well in her reply, and though I know of such a hurt, the bitterness and the feeling alone, it is through forgiveness that we truly become free...tough to do, but the payoff is grand...enjoyed the write.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|So sad Robin, yet it is good you learned the truth, and know not to follow the same path as he did with your children. We learn somthing new every day of our lives... Excellent rhythm and rhyme!
|Reviewed by Henry Stevens
|A real talent for rhymed couplets. And yes, these stories should be told. Henry|