Missing You Poem

A girl wonders about why her father left, what he looks like, and if they will ever meet again. She wonders if he would recognize her on the street.

His Poem

© Christina
If you saw me on the street
would you stop and talk to me
or would you look right past me,
a stranger you didn't see?

I often think of you,
do you ever think of me?
one day I hope we meet again,
you'd be so proud of me.

I want to share so much with you,
like all my favorite things.
There's so many things we could do,
so much you haven't seen.

Ten months ago,
you left us all alone.
Not even five months old then,
mommy six weeks pregnant
and alone.

I always wonder why
my daddy went away.
Mommy says you love me,
and you'd be back again someday.

So do you ever think of me,
the way I think of you?
Mommy says I look like you,
do you think so too?

Time goes by so fast,
I'm growing everyday.
I'll look very different soon,
that's why I wonder everyday...

If you saw me on the street
would you stop and talk to me
or would you look right past me,
a stranger you didn't see?

written for Axaii.

My son was playing on the floor when he was about 14 months old, I had just given birth to my second child who was sleeping in his bassinet. I picked Axaii up, sat him on my lap and just started typing and about five minutes later I had this poem.

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Published: Sep 2008

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  • This poem really touched me, because my ex left me when I was 4 months pregnant and my son never saw him. I think some times he must feel as in your poem, he is 7, but he has the same questions. It puts tears in my eyes.

    Desire, Netherlands Submitted Aug 2010
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  • I looked at my son playing on the floor and thought to myself...he has a voice, yet to young to use it still...so as his mother, I was his voice.

    Christina Submitted Jun 2011
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  • My dad left me at age 4 . On my birthday, ever since then I haven't seen him but at least I have some sort of communication with him. This poem made me tear up and it says exactly what I feel.

    Karina Submitted Jul 2011
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  • Karina, it was children like yourself and my son who I held in my heart that day and decided somebody needed to be your voice! I am so elated I was able to achieve that...thank you.

    Christina Submitted Jul 2011
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