Abandonment Poem

Want To Meet My Father

I wrote this poem because I came across a photo of my father. I asked my mom and she told me every thing. and this was one of those days when you need a father's hug not a mother's... but my mom took it very badly. I just needed to air out

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My mother and father split when I was 9. I am now a 29 year old woman with a daughter of my own. Since they split my biological father moved to Puerto Rico, I was told he told my mom if they...

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A Far Away Dad


Published: June 2008

Thinking what if you were here
would you be nice
would you be mean
would you love me as much as I want to love you
would this world I know so well
change right under my feet
is it wrong to wish you loved me
is it wrong to hope my life could start over
so you could see me grow
so all the tears I shed
you would see
every word I said
you would hear
is it wrong to wish you here
is it wrong to think of you
I don't know you very well
only from stories that they tell
I wish none, of it true
so I could have the real you
I want to be able to say
the words," my dad" with a smile on my face
instead of a tear in my eye
all I really want is to be with you
I want to be daddy's little girl
I want to be your pride and joy
not some one you forget and cast aside
with tears running down my face thinking of you
wondering why you aren't thinking of me too
I only hope that I could see your face just once
I only hope to hear you say my name for the first time
I only hope that every thing would change
and I wouldn't have to cry from the thought of you
my one last wish is to tell you the truth
I don't care what you've done. I want a father.
Not any one. But I want you. I know we have
never meet. But I just want to tell you how much I love
you. And wish I could be with you



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  • Maegan Grace Pa by Maegan Grace Pa
  • 5 years ago

My mother and father split when I was 9. I am now a 29 year old woman with a daughter of my own. Since they split my biological father moved to Puerto Rico, I was told he told my mom if they couldn't be together he was leaving. I was never told why he felt this way. Since then my mom has remarried when I was 10 and my step dad took the role of being my father as well as my sisters and brothers. Often I wondered if he ever thought of us or cared or if he ever planned on trying to create some kind of relationship obviously it would never be what it could have been my step father was and always will be my dad I love him to death but I still wonder about my blood father and that makes me feel like I betray my step father I want to seek out my bio father for so many reasons before he dies but I don't want to hurt my step dad's feelings. This poem really hit me. It brought me to tears.

  • Cassie Blevins by Cassie Blevins, Owatonna
  • 5 years ago

I am a 32 year old female that has never met, nor seen pictures of my dad, and has desperately wants to be daddy's little girl and the reason for the twinkle in his eyes, When I read this poem I literally started crying I can totally relate to it minus the seeing his picture.

  • Daddy by Daddy, Everywhere
  • 5 years ago

To the children whose Dads truly left, I am so sorry. I hope my story helps some of you as children, and some of you, as Dads. My daughter was 2 when I divorced her mom. I've kept my mouth shut about what my daughter's mom did to us. I don't want my daughter to grow up angry. It's difficult to be painted as the bad guy to your child by others, keeping that anger buried deep, doing your best to set the example. I try to communicate the important things to my baby (now 16 year old) girl, like love, hard work, family, boys, future, career... All the while fighting for my own credibility with her, and... Keeping my mouth shut. My ex wife and her husband have many times sat her down, explained to her that I'm a bad person, and that wanting to live with me is wrong for her to want. I've withstood the pain of my baby girl suddenly not talking to me, the walls that went up around her little heart. And I know it was/is hard for her. That equals torture to me. I'm her Daddy... Why can't I protect her?! I (and my now therapist) have to remind myself I'm only human, and I have to survive this for both of us whether I want to or not. I now understand the pain of what probably most Dads in this position feel, and I can comprehend why so many of them seem to "walk away". But I know that in many cases... That is SIMPLY NOT TRUE. I can't summarize what I've been through here, but much more importantly... How brave SHE'S been... That's what tears me up the most. She is innocent. And although I don't want her fighting any wars... She has fought... BRAVELY.... And I am SO PROUD of her. But it's torn me apart inside. I'll never talk bad about her mom. In fact, I don't even think I'd tell her the truth if she asked, at least not the really bad things. And we are close all things considered. But I look forward to the day where she hugs me and thanks me for never giving up, the day where I can finally feel like the Dad again. Anonymous Dad. Please don't disclose any identifiable info. I don't want my daughter to know this. I just want to identify with and hopefully encourage someone else. Thank you!

  • Chuck by Chuck, Knoxville Tn
  • 6 years ago

I have 2 children from a marriage. I try desperately to stay in their lives. This turns out to be not so easy. The mother tells the children stories and plants images of me which have no truth, or if any truth are exaggerated to make me seem unfit. I have loved with all my heart and soul, yet my children see none of my good virtues but only the ones the mother plants in their minds. Be very careful what you believe about the parent who doesn't live with you. A very smart man once said "believe none of what you hear and half of what you see" (Benjamin Franklin). Live these words to make your own and proper decisions.

  • Madison by Madison, NC
  • 6 years ago

I'm 17 and still don't know what happened between my mom and dad. I met him once when I was 15, and his side of the family tried to rush me into their lives. I'm not complaining, but it was very overwhelming. He also has new children and a wife and a entire new life. I now realize that I am fine without him, and the family I have gives enough love to make a father-figure together.

  • Kristine Guerrero by Kristine Guerrero
  • 8 years ago

My dad also left me when I was 2 years old. And it's just weird to say that I still love him very much. I know everything that happened between my dad and mom but, I think its none of my business because it is their problem. But just to tell you the truth, I was very mad at my dad when I was 5 years old until 17 years of age. But when we met each other and he explained to me everything, I just felt that there are really things that are not meant for you and it's just so sad to say that you will be apart from each other but that will never mean that love for each other is also gone. I love my dad! I know in my heart that he never left me alone.. I know his always thinking of me and wishing that I should be next to him also just like his daughter from another woman.. I will always be daddy's lil girl! I love you dad!

  • Jessica by Jessica, Oklahoma
  • 8 years ago

I loved the poem it's how I felt for a long time, but at 16 I got to talk to my dad for the first time. I am 17 now and I wished he hadn't come back. He broke my heart again.

  • Shanna by Shanna, Wisconsin
  • 9 years ago

Omg, I love this poem because that's how I feel my dad left me and my mom when I was 1 but that was because of my mother. Like now I am 13 and I have never met my dad, Hope I will some day. I love my dad even though I don't know him. Like I know that he has two sons and now an ex wife (my half brothers mom) love your poem, it's relatable, thanks for sharing the poem so people like me can read and see they are not alone in the world.

  • Shana by Shana, Australia
  • 10 years ago

I can so relate to this poem/story...I once felt exactly the same, glad to know that I am not alone

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