Abandonment Poem

Poem About Missing Younger Years With Dad

Just because I am growing up, doesn't mean I don't want to be your daughter. I have done many things I am not proud of, but I am still your blood.

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Published: Jul 2008

Treat Me Like Your Daughter

The younger years were so much better,
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.

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  • by Sarah
  • Aug 2008

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 else could possibly know what I am going through, I read this poem. You gave me strength (believe it or not)
And I just wanted to thank you. I hope to read more of your poetry soon. Thank you again

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