Abandonment Poem

A father is not in his daughter's life for all her important life events. She aches for his presence. She finally gets a chance to talk to him when he isn't talking back.

Father

© Brittany M. Boyer
Father today I was born as I look at the faces of all the doctors and Nurses and my mother. You weren't there I cried.

Father today is my first day of the third grade. My grandparents and mother and sister hug me and say good luck. You weren't there. I cried

Father today I’m up getting my diploma. As they call my Name and I walk up and look in the Audience and my Family and friends cheer. You weren't there. I cried.

Father today I get married to the love of my life. As we say our vows and kiss and turn to our family and friends. You weren't there. I cried.

Father today I had my first child as I hold her and everyone is gathered around me and my husband patting us on the back and hugging us and holding the baby. You weren't there I cried.

Father today we lay you to rest. We stand around your grave and keep our heads bowed. As my family leaves I lay a rose on your grave and get on my knees and talk to you. You’re finally there to listen to me and be there, but still I cried.

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Published: Feb 2006

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  • before I was born my dad left me wasn't there when I went to school in the morning got married graduated or had kids finally I called and asked if he wanted to see me he said no and the next day...he died so every day I wonder why?

    Anjelita Submitted May 2009
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  • I am 14 years old, and I love my dad with all my heart but he isn't in my life, yeah we talk and send letters but that's only through writing, and the phone. He does love me and I know that, but its hard to be a daddys girl with no dad.

    Marena , North Carolina Submitted Apr 2011
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  • I grew up with my dad, yes. But... I was abused by him until I was 14 years old, Finally I had the guts to say "No you won't hurt me no more!!!" He abandoned me and moved out of the country after that.
    He was not there for my first day of school, or grade 5, 7 and 12 graduation, Nor will he probably not be there for my first child, marriage or anything else.
    I cry every night wondering how someone could easily be in a child's life but truly not want them or love them :(

    Sarah Submitted May 2011
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  • My father left me when I was five. We see each other every now and then but only for about ten minutes. Last night I learned that I have a half brother that's 11 and a half year younger than me that he hangs with. I didn't even learn it from my father my mom told me. As far as I'm concerned he isn't my dad.

    Nicholas, St. Petersburg Fl. Submitted May 2011
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  • I am only 14, from the age of 6 I was taken away from my parents and since I could remember they have never been around... as the years went by with little contact I was 9 and it was a month before my 10th birthday when my father suddenly passed away in a car accident. although he was never there for me when I was little... I cried because he was the one who I called daddy. my father left behind in this world 6 boys and 3 girls of his. I was the eldest girl and now I look back and wonder could it have been different?...

    Australia Submitted Aug 2011
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  • My dad left 2 years and 5 months ago at age of 62, he spent the last 25 years of his life lost in mental disease. He was there for graduation, sort of, but not my wedding, neither of my children's birth. He only met my kids once for a few hours. He was a wonderful dad before mental disease took over, and I loved him in spite of all of his failures while lost. His death broke my heart, but hopefully healed his. Peace daddy.

    Linda, Washinton Submitted Jun 2012
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  • I grew up with my daddy, and up to this day he is still living with me. I love my father in the good and bad times. He was there and continues to be there for me. He was there for my primary graduation, my dad is my hero, my inspiration and my everything. I love him with an everlasting love, a love that has no end, the love we share is so amazing. I can't find words to say how much I really love and care for my father.

    Kisha, Happy Hill Grenada Submitted Oct 2012
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  • My dad died when I was 8. He was only 39 when we lost him to cancer. I remember always feeling less than for some reason. I don't know why I felt so ashamed just because didn't have a dad. But I remember this feeling. Songs trigger this emotion. Now I know I am not less than. I'm glad I had him in my life, even if for a short time. Many things he taught me stuck like seeds. Patience and understanding were the greatest attributes I learned from him. These are what I pass to my children.

    Akd Submitted Nov 2012
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  • When I was 1 1/2, my father chose his 13 year old girlfriend over my pregnant mother and I. I'm now 24 going on 25, and my only memories of him are phone calls where I'd beg him to come visit, and he would just tell me to put my mother back on the phone. And of a visit where my mother dragged me to see him a few years ago. The visit is where I met my half sister, while watching my father ignore me.

    I spent many nights crying over not being enough for him to stay, but my tears were dried by the man I'll always consider my dad. He may not be by blood, but he will always be my dad.

    Savannah, Ohio Submitted 4/20/2013
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  • When I was born my father left me and when I was 10 he started to talk to me. When I turned 13 he stopped talking to me, I even tried calling him but he ignored me, so I finally started to wait and use my patience until he is ready to talk again.

    Austin, Fredericton.Nb Submitted 5/28/2013
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  • My real father took his own life at age 22 I was 2. The man that raised me was I believed my father, at age 11 I found out he wasn't . I was devastated! At 12 we had a disagreement and I told him (you're not my dad you can't tell me what to do) it was years before I ever spoke to him again. I had had my last child and went back home for a visit. Long story short my dad passed just about 8 years ago I cried my heart out for him, still do today. They gave my dad 6 months to live God gave us 7 years, I believe it was so me and my dad could become closer than ever. I was always daddy's little girl. I love you dad, if your reading this don't ever give up on your father they do love you and maybe one day you'll be able to hear them say it before it's to late.

    Linda, WA Submitted 3/31/2014
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