Last Chance

this reminds me of my dad. When my parents divorced, he left without a care. He always wrote my brother, gave him presents, and I didn't even get a card for my birthday. My first performance as a singer he didn't see, he never heard me sing, he didn't know who my first boyfriend was. He missed every important step in my life. But he's out of chances now. I gave him too much of them…

I like this poem because it describes my life...my dad hasn't been there for me and still isn't and now I'm about to be 15 years old

I was there for as long as she wanted. Jealousy & insecurity that I never saw eroded our bond. Advice, I received from those around, I followed, to the continued detriment of our loving relationship. A conscious choice to keep me away, which hurts so much for me to say. I'm no longer Dad to my little girl, who I love so much and forever will. She will never know the pain she inflicts, on me her DAD. I'm the man who fought for her life when her mum didn't want another child. I was the one who kept her safe, cleaned & took care of her; helped her to read and read her stories of 'Far away Tree'. I took her to school, cooked her meals; I am the Dad who went to parents evenings and school plays - until she stopped me - kept me away - did not invite - not return phone calls nor e-mails. She judges me on fragmented conversation... having a piece or two of a billion piece jigsaw - believes she knows the full picture. So hurting me is..!! by changing her name and calls a stranger Dad! Do You?

This poem is so touching, it makes me feel so emotional, because I'm in the same situation right now with my dad. I've given him so many chances, but each time he blows it. I really came to the conclusion that may be its best that we do not communicate.

I'm 15 and I only see my dad when my sister makes me. When I was little he told me that if he had to choose between me and my sister he would choose her. So from that point on I really didn't talk to him much. He always remembered everything about her. She always got stuff for her birthday and for Christmas but he never remembered mine. When I started to be a dancer I wanted him to come see me dance, and he told me he would but when the day came and he never showed. But when me sister needs him he always helps her. I want him in my life but he doesn't seem to want to be in mine and he has missed out on a lot in my life.

This poem is like my life story. I'm 16 now and I was a kid when my dad went to the USA well he went for his job. I used to miss him a lot and I never got dads love and in 2006 he got cancer. I thought he will get well soon but than one day I went to my friend house and my uncle came and told me that lets go. I was very surprised that my uncle came to pick me up. I asked my uncle he told me that your dad called. I was very happy because I hadn't talked to my dad for months but when I reached home I saw people were crying and my cousin told my your dad died. That was the day I will never forget that day.

This is the perfect example of my life. My mother and father divorced when I was eight, my sister was three, and my brother two. My father disappeared out of our lives for four years, later to return and conceive another child with my mother. There was never any phone calls, birthday cards or Christmas, not even a letter. As anyone could imagine this hurt us a great deal, we always thought he never loved or wanted us but somehow we all managed to make it through, it was hard. I didn't see him until 14 years later, he missed out on so much. But through my other siblings I contacted him to try and establish a relationship, but although I tried he never wanted it, I came to realize he can never get those years back, and as long as he's been gone, I kind of got use to not having him so therefore it doesn't hurt as much, I seem to think that one day he will realize what he's done, but I can only put everything in gods hands and pray!!

This is what I am so worried about with my two year old little girl...her father has not really been around has never even bought her a thing not even a pack of diapers. he only pops up when it suits him. and I don't want her to go through that hurt that so many children have, I was lucky and have an amazing father that would do anything for me and that's what I want for her.