I'm sorry my girls (poem) by David J Delaney on AuthorsDen

I'm sorry my girls
by David J Delaney → (All Poetry by David J Delaney)
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I wrote this for my Daughters whom I love so much & still don't say it enough.
I’M SORRY MY GIRLS Why, why did I do this throughout their young life? Knowing at times it may have caused some strife Was it because, as I grew up I copped the same “Get up, stop crying, don’t show emotion, play the game. It hurts thinking that I wasn’t there when they had fallen Or to give a big hug, if a ankle or wrist was swollen To be out on the road, it’s like living another life Guilty, things were so hard for them, also my wife. Even today I find it hard to have a long conversation Why can’t I do it, why can’t I hold this communication? I so love these grown women, with children of their own And often my silly feelings make me feel so alone. Was I so bad a Father and Husband to them all Often I would dwell on this until it drove me up the wall My family never had that hugging, kissing type love Dad and Mum loved us, but their kind of way it was done. So how do I tell my girls I love them and love them so When I find this so hard, not wanting to put on a show The time I know when I should say “I love you, I do” Instead all I can muster is “Till next time I see you”. I love them so much, it really hurts my heart Sitting in my chair, thinking how far we are apart One day soon I’ll show I’m not that tough To hug, squeeze, love you, and not be so gruff. So I hope one day they both will read this poem The expression on their faces, will leave them glowing I love you two, love you so much ,you see To know before I go, your Father, I’m so proud to be. D.Delaney

Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)

Reviewed on January 30, 2009

Forgiveness comes easy...forgiving ones self a bit harder. I hope the girls read this...and understand and know

Reviewed by Valerie Roeske

Reviewed on September 6, 2008

David,
Hugs to you, its never to late to start a new tradition, start the hug mobile and keep it moving, Take care Valerie

Reviewed by Dave H (Reader)

Reviewed on August 26, 2008

David you�re about my age and I would venture a guess that the culture you grew up in was similar in nature. I can�t remember any adult males expressing open loving feelings. Anger, negativity or passive was well ingrained and culturally redeemed. You learn what you live until shown otherwise or until life experiences and/or reflection allow one to reap the benefits of emotional intelligence. I bet they already knew what you have expressed as you seem a guy with a big heart. Now that you have written it down, you know they know and so does everyone that reads it. Dave

Reviewed by Sandy Shepard

Reviewed on August 9, 2008

David, a beautiful and deeply moving poem about your daughters and your feelings for them. Somehow, I think they know. We always look back and feel some regrets for our actions, but even though you were gone a lot, you were still in their lives and did not leave them as my daughters father chose to do. Cherish them now and their children. You can't change the past, only the future.

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on June 24, 2008

When they read this elegant and loving poem to them they will have a different view of how you love them. Let them read it before you die.