A Lost Promise

my daddy walked out of my life and never took a chance to say goodbye and almost every night I cry myself to sleep listing to the song he said was ours and every time my mom sees me she says boy you look like your daddy and I'm only 11 =(

My dad left when I was only 2 weeks old he left for my step mom had 3 kids with her and left her, I love my step mom I wont lie I really do but my dad left me so many times and everytime I was there like last summer when I was 12 he left and I was crying yelling his name if only I had my dad in my life just maybe I wouldn't be doing the things I am now, I have to say something wrong and horrible to get him to talk to me even though it's him yelling he still talks to me then.

Wow this is true. My dad walked out on me when I was 1 and a half and did not say good bye. I am now 16 and I have only seen him once since and I only found him from a program called missing pieces and I have only heard from him a couple of times saying that he had two more kids. Ily daddy.

wow. My Daddy Left Without Saying Goodbye. I never Remembered Him Growing Up And I watch home videos of My First birthday and he wasn't there? my mom said he used to live with us.. but I don't remember? I wish I did cuz I would like to at least know what if feels like to be a daddys little girl? all my friends have dads why cant I? I've seen him once.. in Ensenada Mexico.. he told me according to my mom I'm his... not something you wanna hear when your 9. and now my quinceanera (15) is coming up and still no dad to see me become a women. thanks dad:/ </3

My Daddy wanted to abort me, I finally met him when I was 18 years old, my first daughter was 4 months old, and he is still never around. I always wished I had a father to love. He is missing out on one daughter and lots of grandchildren!!

I have been lucky to have a good dad but this poem did touch my heart as I thought of my son. my hubby is having an affair and in spite of him promising to leave her, he still continues to be in touch with her. I can well imagine, perhaps, one day my son will go thru same and will be writing a similar poem.

My Father left us before I was even born, but I've always asked myself why he did that! I'm 15 years old and it's hard to live with the fact that my father never asked for me, never tried to get in contact with me and that he simply never cared for me! I still cry about what has happened but life most move on.... I've always wanted a father who loves me and who is interested in me and who is around. Sadly I am not able to live that wonderful experience! =(

I am a single mother of 2. This poem touched my heart. I am grateful to have been able to read it.

Well I wish I was you all. Well my story is different, my daddy was there for me growing up. He was there to abuse us physically and emotionally. I would cry every night when he started beating on my mom. I would ask my mom to run away with us to start a new life far from him. But my mom loved him too much and so she stayed. Now he's a sick man, always laying in bed. And my mom looks at me with teary eyes and says , "forgive him child and let's help him" and I say "Why should I care? Let him feel the pain he made us feel all these years" I just wish I never had a dad. And I truly mean it, my heart is full of hate and I curse him every day.

I am using this poem of yours in an anthology for my class, its fits in perfectly with my theme of bad family.
I also want you to know, I know how you feel. I was living with my father for the past couple of years and the whole time, being neglected and mentally/emotionally abused by him and being left out because I'm not his girlfriend, I don't have a job, having privileges like drinks and food taken because I don't work. and being ignored when something is obviously wrong. I moved in with my mom but as I was moving in, I was with my Grandma for her final days and my father, knowing her and respecting her before I left, refused to pay respects and said these exact words to me: "I won't bother seeing you." then, my birthday, in the card he sent, it said "Happy birthday Boy" with something instead of "boy" scratched out. Then at Christmas, the card wasn't from him, but rather his company "From Calgary Patchworks, merry Christmas Brandon." That was the last straw for me, I'm done with him now.

I was 4 years old when my father stormed out of my life, I couldn't understand what went wrong. I loved and respected him from the core of my heart, each and every year when it my birthday I cry wondering if he still remember my birthday or knew my age at that time, but I always get this feeling that he has forgotten or he didn't care. I only know his surname and where he live, but I still love him, if only he knew.