How the celebration of Father's Day is not known in my family. I have a father, yes, but my parents divorced when I was 4 yrs old. My first memory was when I was 5 years. Mom was the MOST important thing in my life, Dad was at the bottom of the list.
We just had Mother's day,
Made Mom a card out of
Special paper this year,
Got Mom a Special box
with babysitting money.
Now,it is time
for Father's day, Again!
I send you a card,
out of resepect.
You never even
come to see me,
OR I to see you.
You are so hard
to buy for.
I do not even
get you a present
anymore,
except at
Christmas time.
I wish we could talk, Dad.
I wish I could hear your heart
saying to me,
"I love you Rebecca!"
Right now, after Thirty-three years,
I feel NOTHING!
I have the UTMOST respect for
you and Elaine,(your second wife)
But I do not feel LOVE from Elaine either.
Talk to me, Daddy!
I have forgiven you but I cannot forget.
Written October 17th, 2003
3:28pm Central time
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Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington (Reader)
Reviewed on October 18, 2003
This exceptionally touching write brought tears. The pain so clearly felt as is the longing. This is a wonderful write, my friend.
~Jackie~
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on October 18, 2003
"Don't see things as they are, and ask why. See things as they could be, and ask, why not?"
Miracles happen just be patient..you will be pleasantly surprised one day...:)
Warm wishes,
Becca a very touching poem, heartwrenching. To have a dad and not have a relationship with him must be a terrible burden. I know how close me and my dad were, he took me everywhere with him.I was the youngest of 5;-)I was closer to my dad than my mom for most of my youth. I really feel for you. Do you ever make it known to him that you'd like to se him? He may think you don't care. I pray you get to see him more.
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~Jackie~
Miracles happen just be patient..you will be pleasantly surprised one day...:)
Warm wishes,
vesna
I do hope your Dad knows you want this...tell him in his face girl...tell him what you need..and then have peace...and know God knows Better!!
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