Poem About Missing Younger Years With Dad
OMG, this poem rocks. Thank you so much for writing this poem. I don't know much about what is going on at your home, but this poem reminded me a lot of my place. And as soon as I thought no one …
Published: Jul 2008
Treat Me Like Your Daughter
when you treated me like your daughter.
You would throw me in the air,
and catch me before I hit the ground.
We would play games like tag and hide and seek.
You were there for me when I was strong or weak.
You would tell me you loved me,
And I actually did believe.
I never wanted those days to end.
I thought we'd forever be friends.
But the future wasn't in our hands
To this day I still don't understand.
What happened to the little girl and her dad?
She comes home late at night and rests on the couch.
He wakes up a grouch.
He walks in the room, stares at the girl
He didn't even recognize his daughter.
When he went back to sleep,
she lit a smoke and started to weep.
Our relationship is now so strained
All of our love is drained
I wish I could go back,
and pick up the things we now lack.
I can no longer look you in the eyes.
I can no longer say "I love you" without a lie.
It's like I live with a stranger.
No words are exchanged,
All looks are deranged.
I'm still your little girl,
just a bit more mature.
I may be older,
But I still need my father.
Please let me be your daughter.
I can do so much better.
The younger years were so much better,
When you treated me like your daughter.