Missing You Poem

Poem From Father Missing Daughters After Divorce

Hello, I have never thought I had it in me, but for some reason I resorted to poetry in a desperate attempt to communicate my feelings. This poem literally comes from my heart to express to my daughters how I feel about them now living abroad following my ex-wife re-marrying and emigrating. I see them twice a year for a short period. They are now 12 and 14. We miss each other terribly, and I miss being their dad and seeing them growing up. -Andrew

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My ex-girlfriend and I were together for 9.5 years. We have a beautiful daughter together. Our relationship fell apart. We no longer live together. And since our break-up, she has been angry...

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Lost Daughters

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Published: March 2010

I am a dad who is too sad to say
My two little girls have been taken away.

Their mother wanted to take them far from me.
Now in another country across the sea.

No one would listen, no one would care.
Now I suffer beyond despair.

Time goes on; how fast they gro
Those two little girls, I used to know.

Teenage years beckon and threaten.
Concerns have I with no one to listen.

I am their Dad and no one can see
My two little girls mean so much to me.

All I can do is wait patiently
In the hope one day they will come back to me.

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  • Scott Martel by Scott Martel
  • 4 months ago

My ex-girlfriend and I were together for 9.5 years. We have a beautiful daughter together. Our relationship fell apart. We no longer live together. And since our break-up, she has been angry with me. And me working out of state has made my attempts to see my daughter harder than I ever thought. I have missed many days with her. She's 6 year old and the angel of my life. I cannot live without her. I think of her all the time and wish I could hold her and play. My love for her is unmeasurable. I cry all the time. The wall in my bedroom is filled with posters and drawings she has made. I saw her 6 day ago, and it was incredible the feeling that came over me. She ran to me like there was no tomorrow. As I cry often, I wonder how she is or what she's thinking. I'd give anything to be with her. To walk with her and hold her, to look into her eyes and tell everything's going to be okay. I never knew my love could be so strong.

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