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Where's Daddy?
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Where's Daddy? |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA 
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Where’s Daddy? How can you break his heart again? How much hurt will you bestow? I wish I could erase the pain That he’s too young to know. A child shouldn’t hurt this way, Feel his dad’s rejection. If a mother’s love is so strong, Why can’t I protect him? If only you could see his eyes When he sees that you’re not there Maybe then you’d understand How much he needs you to care. He always scans the crowd When the spotlight shines on him He smiles when he sees me, But the light in his eyes is dim. He’s searching for his daddy, Whose boy he used to be Never finding your face, His gaze then falls to me. I hate you when I have to watch A part of our son die I can’t be his everything No matter how hard I try. Although I love him with all my heart, There are limits to what I can do. Those times when he needs a father’s love, That’s when he needs you. |
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Angelwings Member
since 1999-08-27
Posts 222IL, USA |
WOW! You capture all of the emotions of every child that misses their fathers love. Thank you for posting this poem tonight i needed it. Every child needs their father and I'm sorry that this child can't have his. What a wonderful expression of work this poem is thank you. |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
Angelwings, if you were in need of this type of poem tonight, then I'm glad you found it. I wrote this as a Father's Day gift to my exhusband a few hours ago. Our oldest son graduated from Kindergarten yesterday and he missed it. He has yet to attend a T-ball game (it's our sons first year playing). Every time Philip gets on base, he looks for me, to make sure I'm there watching. Then he blows me kisses. It kills me to see that look in his eyes, the panic on his face when he can't find me. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Tara~ Such a poignant piece. Your little guy will always remember the 'angel' face that cheers him on. Keep it smiling so he carries it in his heart. Count what he's got and what you've got ... that's what really matters most. *HUGS* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Tara, excellent writing... heartbreaking emotions yes...give it to him... maybe it will open his eyes and his heart good luck take care, jm |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
Janet Marie, thank you. More than likely my ex will fail to see the message in this poem. It matters not how strait the gate; How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. --W.E. Henley |
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