Dad Poem by Teens

Poem About Wanting To Meet Dad

This is about my real dad I have never met. This poem may be long, but it has feeling. I wrote this when I turned fourteen. This year I hope I do get to meet him.

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My dad molested my sister when I was two so now I have to go without. Basically every night I cry hoping he'll come back even though I know what he did. I just want to know him a little. So...

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Daddy Can You Hear Me

© Tegan Peck

Published on October 2007

Daddy, are you out there?
Daddy, come home
Daddy, please meet me
Daddy, are you alone?

You missed all my smiles
you missed all my tears
you missed all my laughs
you missed all my fears

I hope you come find me
and see who I've become
you can come and see us
Tayler, Dad and Mum

do you ever think of me?
do you ever wonder?
do you know what I'm scared of
lighting or thunder?

have you forgotten
who I really am
well, I'm the baby girl
that you and mum planned

would you ever love me
would you ever care
would you ever hold me
like a teddy bear

do you want to know me
do you want to see
the person who I am
and the person I'll be

do you have a picture
that you hold in your hand
or are you too scared
to know who I am

Can you write me a letter
and tell me who you are
so I can see who my dad is
and see if he's a star

well, I hope I get to know you
and you get to know me
'cause I really want to meet you
and the person you have been.



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  • by Angel Nicole Hill
  • 3 years ago

My dad molested my sister when I was two so now I have to go without. Basically every night I cry hoping he'll come back even though I know what he did. I just want to know him a little. So your story I can relate to cause basically I have no dad but I'm searching for him and want him to come back. love your story....

  • by Amelia Jane
  • 4 years ago

This poem is so heart-breaking to read because it's so relatable. My Dad cut contact with me and my younger brother just over a year ago and I haven't seen him or my brothers that live with him since. It kills me that I don't get to see him. Poetry like this is helpful as it makes me see that I'm not alone in feeling like this. Thank You.

  • by Pantera
  • 4 years ago

I can definitely relate to this poem. My real father left before I was born, and I grew up thinking some other man was my father. My real dad never tried to contact me or anything. It wasn't until I was 12 years old that I finally got to meet him.
We were living in his house for a week before I even knew that he wasn't just a friend of my mom's. Turns out he has psychosis, and he's not the best person in the world. He's not all I thought he would be. He wasn't amazing, he wasn't perfect, he was hardly even a dad.
He left a week after I found out who he was, and I haven't heard from him since then. Now, every time I see anyone with their dad, I pray for them. I pray that when he tells his kid he loves them, he means it. This poem has really made me understand that I'm not alone with my feelings. That really hurt to read. Thank you for sharing it.

  • by Tearia Smith
  • 4 years ago

This is the most Beautiful thing I've ever read. I say this because I am currently 14 and I have NEVER met my dad and that's because he left when I was to little to remember any little detail about him... I've always wanted to meet him but I have a step dad so I wonder maybe there's a reason he's not in my life?? Even though there are times when my friends talk about their dads I get kind of lonely..

  • by Makayla, Indiana
  • 6 years ago

This is exactly how I feel. The pain of not knowing your real dad is something you can never get over. You think about it everyday and after reading this I feel like I'm not alone. I'm also 14 and not a day goes by that I don't think about him.

  • by Erica, Amity
  • 7 years ago

Wow. This is exactly how I feel about my real dad, he left me and my mum and I haven't heard from him since.
Love the poem.

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