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To the Man I once called Father |
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By laya08
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07 June 2006 |
Did you love me.. Please answer that Did you even care at all You left with no good bye Just your imprints on that wall (Yes I remember that)
I was just a little girl Helpless and needed love You had none to give So you just left and flew like a dove But I was still a little girl Yes.. a little girl indeed I needed a father A true father for me
So as my mother cried As your true heart just died You didn’t even speak Not a word at all Just went out that door You just left us poor and weak
Now in the end I’ve grown I'm not a little girl any more Can't you see? Or do you still try to ignore? But with you in my past I have let you go Let you be I have nothing for you Yet you still nothing for me
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powerful writing Written by Leo (573 comments posted) 6th June 2006 | very much enjoyed this. 'just your imprints on the wall' is something that i can very much identify with very moving, and powerful | Very heartfelt Written by LynB (435 comments posted) 31st August 2006 | I really identified with this poem. I had a loving relationship with my own dear late father, so it breaks my heart to see my son growing up without his. He hasn't seen him since he was 8, and he's 14 now. This poem describes his feelings perfectly. I loved it, it really touched my heart. | Loved it! Written by deathstillness (13 comments posted) 3rd January 2007 | | Amazing expressions of feeling. I lost my dad, so I know what you are talking about here. |
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