Daddy..I love you,
even though I haven't
seen you since I was 7.
Beautiful child All alone Confidence, none Self-esteem, gone Self worth never known
Beautiful girl Hazel green eyes All alone But still strong Though not strong enough To fight away the demons that come to destroy you in the form of man
Daddy, oh Daddy She cries for you You know She needs your shoulders to lean on Someone to fight the big bad wolves of her young world
Daddy, oh Daddy She longs for you Cries at night with needing you She needs a daddy She needs your love
Beautiful woman Beauty inside, and out Kind and generous A loving mother so she's told Still cries for her daddy You know
Beautiful daughter Who needs a father But he doesn't know She's been tossed about Abused in so many ways Cries out Father where are you
Father, oh Father You have another daughter She's your first Remember her? Where have you been She loves you still
Father, oh Father Where have you been She may be grown But she has wounds you've never known Bruises in the heart that a father is needed to mend It's not to late to be her daddy
Father, Daughter They look so alike Unmistakeable resemblance This daughter needs her father For once, for always
NOTE: This is very hard for me to write It is very personal, and gut wrenching. Anyone who has read about me, my other poetry, knows something of what I speak. I often wonder, if my father had kept in contact with me after the divorce if it would have made the other abuses not so bad, I mean, I wouldn't have been so alone. You know what I mean. I would of maybe had a daddy. I don't know...Who knows....
This poem hit home with a lot of us who need their fathers to
love and cuddle us as daughters. It is a shame so many men walk
on the ones that bring into the world. We daughters grow up not
trusting any men. We are raised as victims and continue being
victims with every relationship. Great and important pen.
Reviewed by Megan Nothing (Reader)
Reviewed on March 10, 2008
Wow when I read this poem I felt like I was reliving my life. I am 17 and I have lost to fathers. My first father walked right out of my life when i was only 8 and i havent seen him since. My other father he made a promise to me that'd i always be his little girl and hed love me forever but when i was 12 he kicked me out of his house and said i could never come back because i got in a fight with his new wife. so now whenever my little brother goes to his house cant even look at him because he broke my heart. But i know exactly what you guys are going through and I know it hurts to not have ur dad by ur side especially through the times that you really need him there. All I can say is that you need to be strong and keep trying to gain the love of your fathers and forgive them even if they dont deserve to be forgiven. With everying I have gone through being strong and brave through it all has helped me a lot but there are times where i still just hate him.
Reviewed by Alexis Sammons (Reader)
Reviewed on April 2, 2006
Rhonda,
when i read this poem it really hit home for me, i am 16 yrs old and i have been struggling my whole life with trying to gain my father's love and i still am and this poem really helped me out because now i know that their are millions of people out their that are going through exacly what i am going through so i just want to thank you for writting the poem.
Such pain in your poignant write; what makes it all the more powerful is that it's from your heart; you poured your heart out in this eloquently moving piece. God bless you.
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love and cuddle us as daughters. It is a shame so many men walk
on the ones that bring into the world. We daughters grow up not
trusting any men. We are raised as victims and continue being
victims with every relationship. Great and important pen.
when i read this poem it really hit home for me, i am 16 yrs old and i have been struggling my whole life with trying to gain my father's love and i still am and this poem really helped me out because now i know that their are millions of people out their that are going through exacly what i am going through so i just want to thank you for writting the poem.
Heartshattering and profoundly moving; very well done! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
Such pain in your poignant write; what makes it all the more powerful is that it's from your heart; you poured your heart out in this eloquently moving piece. God bless you.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.