Dad Poem by Teens

Daddy Tell Me You Love Me Poem

In despair a girl waits for her father's approval that used to come so often but seems to come not at all.

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Thank you for writing this. When my dad first left I thought no one would understand how I feel about my dad he was my hero when I was young now he is gone and it feels like he doesn't love...

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Long Time Gone

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Published: February 2006

How long has it been since you wrapped me
in those strong and tough arms of yours?
How long are you gonna wait
to tell me that you are proud of me?
Tell me now, stop acting like nothing's wrong
I can see right through you,
I don't wanna disappoint you at all
I wanna make you cry so much because you're proud of me
You used to let me lie there in your arms
and mess around with your watch,
just listening to it tick back and fourth
Kneeling at the end of my bed,
I just cry waiting for you to tell me
everything's going to be ok
Just take me away again and farther this time
You use to fill my cup when it was dry, Why did you stop?
You'd pick me up when I fail, but now you don't even notice
I'm falling and I'm longing for you, just you
You used to tell me, just try your best. That's what it's all about
But now you sweep up my dreams and hopes and tell me I can do better,
instead of encouraging me
How long are you gonna wait to tell me
that you love me and you're proud of me?
Oh, long time gone, I miss those times

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  • by Caitlin
  • 4 years ago

Thank you for writing this. When my dad first left I thought no one would understand how I feel about my dad he was my hero when I was young now he is gone and it feels like he doesn't love me any more I feel lost and forgotten. THANK YOU SO MUCH.

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  • by Ashley, California
  • 6 years ago

I can relate to this story.... my dads used to be my hero... he saved me from my mom who was abusing me... he was my best friend.. then all of a sudden a few years ago it stopped. He doesn't seem proud of me and he hardly talks to me.. when he does its because it's of something I did wrong. I haven't cried for any other poem.. but for this I did.
Thank you for writing this..

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