I am trying to be
what you need...
It is not fair the way
you disown me.
I guess I could never be
what you want..
I am just a genetic link..
an unwanted memory
left to haunt.
I am not perfect..
though I try to be..
The same blood you have
also runs through me..
All I have is my
unconditional love.
Something you may
never know
the value of..
For even in the end
of this life..
that you are soon to leave.
You cannot give me
one small piece of your heart ..
unselfishly.
Everything seems to
have a cost..
Pay for love
family
friendship
or all is lost.
I am your disappointment ..
The unwanted one..
But I cannot change
what is done..
I never meant
to cause you pain.
I never wanted
to be your shame..
I think that is what I am
in your eyes.
I am sorry things had to end
this way.
But I cannot be your
disappointment
another day.
Good bye my father....
May God give you
all you want.
May God give you
all I was not..
May I never be more
than a mist of a memory..
of a small failure
you cannot quite see......
me.
I shouldn't be reading this while at work. Partly because, well, ...I should be working. But partly because this piece made me cry.
I am a father of two daughters. I pray that they will never doubt my love for them.
And I pray that you know, or will know, that your value is not dependent on the opinions of others, real or imagined. You are unique, special and precious.
Sadly, I know that nothing I can say will do much to heal your wounds...or perhaps you have already found your path to healing and forgiveness.
This also echos the hearts of too many disowned children these days, myself included. Please take the time to read my poem He's Got To Be My Dad, this is how I went from disowned to owned.
Erica, this caused my heart to hurt. There us nothing worse than wanting a particle of recognition from someone you love that won't return your love. Hold your head high be as good as you can and blessings will always be bestowed on you. Great write, and much happiness to you.
Reviewed by Victoria Finn (Reader)
Reviewed on July 25, 2003
I agree with Jerry, you conjour up some powerful images.Fab write.
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I am a father of two daughters. I pray that they will never doubt my love for them.
And I pray that you know, or will know, that your value is not dependent on the opinions of others, real or imagined. You are unique, special and precious.
Sadly, I know that nothing I can say will do much to heal your wounds...or perhaps you have already found your path to healing and forgiveness.
Either way....Hugs....
unconditional love.
Something you may
never know
the value of..
May I never be more
than a mist of a memory..
of a small failure
you cannot quite see......
Erica, you've done a fine job here. And hit quite a raw nerve.
Candy
This also echos the hearts of too many disowned children these days, myself included. Please take the time to read my poem He's Got To Be My Dad, this is how I went from disowned to owned.
Keeping the faith
Always Thankful
Officer William Heffner
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Very powerful and deeply moving, Erica
~Chrissie
Reindeer
This is so deeply heartfelt.
Beautiful tribute to your
father's memory...
I am sure he smiles upon you...
Trixie :)
Jack
In Spirit,
Bear