Anger Poem

Thanks Dad. That's all I can say.

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I can relate. My dad used to be physically there, but not "there." He would just sit there and ignore what I would say. He would give me his credit card just to get rid of me. The only time...

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Thank You Dad...Not

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Published by Family Friend Poems November 2009 with permission of the Author.

Thanks for believing in me.
Thanks for showing me you care.
Thanks for holding my hand.
Thanks for being there.
Thanks for being the best.
Thanks for making me glad.
Thanks for loving me with all your heart.
Thanks for being my dad.

^Now after every "thanks for" add "never."

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  • Sheryl Myers by Sheryl Myers
  • 6 years ago

I have a grandson going through some stuff with my son.

  • Kristine by Kristine, Moreno Valley Ca
  • 10 years ago

This poem has touched my soul. I am so sorry all of us can relate exactly to this. My dad has always left and came back once in a blue moon. They don't understand that even when they leave when your small is when it takes the biggest toll on somebody. No matter how old we are we will always carry such sorrow and hatred towards life all because of a careless parent.

  • Nadia by Nadia, New South Wales
  • 10 years ago

Doesn't it hurt, when your parents aren't there. You can never live up to their expectations no matter how hard you try, you'll never be good enough for them.

  • Maranda by Maranda, Columbia
  • 11 years ago

Same with my dad. He can't bring back the past anymore. I'm done with him.

  • Brandon Andrews by Brandon Andrews
  • 11 years ago

I know how you feel. It's the same with my Father.
He wasn't really a dad to me after I moved back to his house. less so, now that I've moved back to my mom's. I'm not too sure if you would want to take the same route, though. He lost me forever.

  • Srtawberrishourtcake by Srtawberrishourtcake
  • 13 years ago

This poem is like me and my dad sure he's "there" but he's never really there. He was in the house, he was there when I got home from school and when I woke up in the morning, but he wasn't there for me. He once gave me a necklace that said "daddy's little girl". I never wear it and when he asked why, I said because it wasn't true, that I wasn't his little girl I was just another burden on his shoulders, so why tell people a lie. So if you have problems with your dad try and tell him. I haven't yet but the longer I wait the madder I become, so don't wait, tell him how you feel, or write him it may be easier to have him read it then for you to say it.

  • Shantell by Shantell
  • 3 years ago

I can relate. My dad used to be physically there, but not "there." He would just sit there and ignore what I would say. He would give me his credit card just to get rid of me. The only time he would actually converse with me was when he would yell at me for using his money or for what I would be wearing. He would always criticize me and never told me anything uplifting.

  • Father by Father, Washington
  • 9 years ago

You should be kinder to your Dad...when I think of how he must of felt when he gave you the necklace at least he was trying to be a father. He was doing the best he could...now can't you try to do the best you can?

Why do we want so badly to hurt each other and not show love and compassion? Would it hurt us to show affection, to be big enough to recognize the other is doing the best they can? I live in a family where I have tried to show love to my daughters. I take them places...I try to do whatever they ask, I buy them gifts. I try to give them advice and ask about their lives....but they just have very little need or interest in me. They take me for granted...they don't see the things I do...this has gone on since they have become teenagers...it was better when they were little. I don't like it, but I keep showing love...maybe one day they will wake up and realize what life without a father would be like. Maybe they will wake up finally when it is too late and I am already gone....maybe they just don't get it and hopefully some day they will ... I think it is interesting how every holiday I go get them something special and try to build that bond...rarely do I ever receive any kind of gift or gesture in return. Birthdays, holidays, you name it...they come and go year after year without notice by them. Wow. They don't see a value in me, or if they do, they do little to acknowledge it. Maybe you and I are the same in some ways...we both want to be appreciated and have love shown to us, but the other person doesn't seem to get it or chooses not to express love in the way we want. So, we just keep putting one foot in front of the other...as long as there is another day, there is another chance for circumstances to change....and we can keep going as long as we can keep going....and at the end of this, we just stop trying....unfortunately, that is the end result all to often....

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