Loss of Father Poem

Poem About Missing Dad On Death Anniversary

Written for the anniversary of my father's death. My hero, my best friend. Missed every single day.

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I was 15 years old when my dad left us. I could not believe it. I love you for being you and raising us differently than others. The way you guided me was very different. Though I am a girl,...

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I Hope I Make You Proud, Dad

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Published: December 2013

I hope I make you proud, Dad; even though you're no longer here,
Your memory grows stronger with every passing year.

At the end it was a battle, one you weren't to win.
A fight against a demon, no choice but to give in.

I wish I could've said goodbye; that morning when you left,
Told you you were my hero and that you were the best,

Tears I cry in secret at night before I sleep,
Wishing you were beside me, you'd be forever here to keep.

The years don't make it easier; they said the pain would go.
It seems I've just got better not letting my feelings show.

Wishing I could hold your hand to shout your name aloud.
You're no longer here, Dad, but I hope I make you proud.

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  • by Anjana Menon
  • 5 months ago

I was 15 years old when my dad left us. I could not believe it. I love you for being you and raising us differently than others. The way you guided me was very different. Though I am a girl, you reached me about everything. It's probably because of your efforts that I have learned to manage my life without you. Thank you for making me so strong. Your guiding hands on my shoulders will remain forever. I wish to dance with you once again. I hope you see me every day. Love you, Pa!

  • by Suvansu Bora
  • 11 months ago

Loving Papa, you left us on this day (January 2, 2004). We miss you a lot and promise to meet you. I pray for your eternal peace.

  • by Yamends K. Smith, Civil lines.New York
  • 1 year ago

I liked your poem very much. I wish to you to be a successful poet.

  • by Oluwapelumi
  • 1 year ago

He left me when I was 41 days old, on my christening day. I miss having that relationship. Mom told me he was a wonderful man. I love you, Daddy. I wish I could just see you for once.

  • by Pooja Shettiyar
  • 3 years ago

The day when he left me alone, I was 14 years old. Just one last chance I wish I could get to hug him, then I would hold him tight and never let him go. It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes my father priceless. I never knew that being fatherless, would make me feel so aimless, worthless, powerless, heartless and helpless. I still miss him. The greatest gift that ever came from god, and I call Him Dad.

  • by John Russo
  • 2 years ago

I read your words and my eyes filled with tears!!!! You definitely were ripped off when it comes to losing him at such a young age... I am genuinely sorry for this unjust event that you had to endure...

worthless???? you will NEVER be for he is inside you, he made you so you are him in so many ways!!!

Heartless__ NOT even close... you said in your poem that it is not flesh but the heart that made him priceless... don't forget, you have is heart!!!

powerless??? I don't know what age you are now, but even if this was just a year ago, you found it in you to power yourself forward....

Helpless!!! That's a tough one but not impossible to come to terms with... After losing a close loved one our heads are spinning so fast that we need those around us to HELP with the head to stop spinning and help us to focus so that we may make the one we lost PROUD...

  • by Rani Pillay
  • 4 years ago

My dad was suddenly unconscious one day after shopping. He remained in a coma for almost 57 days and everyday at his bedside I encouraged him to wake up and never give up. I was not ready to let go. My dad never gave up and after all those days in a coma
he finally woke up. Gods hands were upon him always. He proved himself and although he was partially paralyzed he walked with an aid. Unfortunately he became critically ill in May 2013 and on the 13 June was the day I had to let go, my heart was so heavy as I sat beside him holding his hand, I knew he was tired of fighting and he was ready. I was not! I looked into his eyes and saw sadness, I had to say goodbye. The hardest thing to do was watch him take his last breath before I whispered "I love you dad, you're going to be okay". My life is never the same it's March 2014 and it hurts as if it was yesterday...

  • by Khutso
  • 1 year ago

Thank you for these words. I just buried my father yesterday, and I thank you.

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