Since I was little I was waiting for that screen door to come swinging,
with your bright handsome face standing under the panel,
but until then I'll be waiting.
when I was just a little girl,
I remember you fixing my hair out of my face,
then I would go hang upside down and mess it up,
but now that I'm old enough to understand where you've gone,
I feel this emptiness
I feel so alone.
This feeling only that dad I dreamed of could feel,
this space that has grown bigger over the years.
I know I see you once a year,
but it isn't the same as me sitting on your lap,
at home telling me these stories and holding me tight.
now I only see you behind these bars or out of sight.
Is that what a child deserves
no one should grow up without a dad
but it's his fault he's gone and the only way I can talk to him is behind this thick glass.
But I'm so grown now you wouldn't recognize me
my long hair braces and the smile upon my cheeks.
Poem About Growing Up With Father In Prison
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When I was 3 years old my dad went to jail and my mom went too. But my mom only went once my dad went 5 times but I would like to understand why my mom stayed clean and my dad went back. And...
Dad
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Breanna Caves
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2010 with permission of the Author.
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