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41. I'm Sorry...Dad

My Name is Shayla and I am 15 years old. People have been quite an inconsistent factor in my life, my Dad included. For years our relationship was on/off because of his lack of effort, but I always longed for that father/daughter relationship that I saw other young girls have. Now that I'm older, we go through stages of talking and not talking, but it seems to be more on my terms. It is a little sad, but I have my siblings, so I'm never alone and I love my life!
- By Shayla Pearl H.
- Published: April 2015 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem Feelings Towards My Lousy Father

I'm sorry you missed the day I came home.
I'm sorry you left my Mum all alone.
I'm sorry you missed the first time I walked.
And I'm sorry you missed the first time I talked.

I'm sorry you missed the day I came home.
I'm sorry you left my Mum all alone.
I'm sorry you missed the first time I walked.
And I'm sorry you missed the first time I talked.

I'm sorry you missed tucking me in at night.
I'm sorry you missed turning off my light.
I'm sorry you missed me getting my first fright.
And I'm sorry you weren't there to tell me it's alright.

I'm sorry you never really cared,
Never bothered to make a call.
In fact, I'm not sorry in the slightest bit.
I'm not sorry at all.

You should be sorry,
Sorry to me,
And sorry to all of us,
For what you couldn't be.

A Dad is supposed to love,
Protect, worship and care.
A Dad is supposed to do all of this,
But most importantly be there.

But you couldn't provide,
Protect or care.
You couldn't worship.
And you couldn't be there

Because you made the choice
To never try with me.
Sure, you're on and off now,
But it's just too late, you see.

I mean, I get it now.
And although this makes me sad...
You will always be my father.
You'll just never be my Dad.
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42. My Dad

I recently got in touch with my dad after 14 years. Everyone warned me not to get my hopes up but I took no notice and I expected him to be amazing. When I met him, I thought he was great, but after about 2 weeks I realized that he wasn't interested in me at all. I have a little sister who he adores. I come second best to her all the time. I'm not jealous of her, but I wish he wouldn't make it quite so obvious that he prefers her to me. It hurts me so much.
- By Vanessa Kershaw
- Published: June 2010 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Disappointment After Finding Biological Dad

I wished so much
for my biological dad,
but now that I've got him,
I'm feeling very sad.

I wished so much
for my biological dad,
but now that I've got him,
I'm feeling very sad.

My world, my guide, my father
who I know nothing about.
I pretend to laugh and smile,
but really I scream and shout.

I don't feel like his daughter.
I feel second best.
He hasn't made the effort
like he has with all the rest.

He is nothing special;
that I now can see.
He is scared and lonely
and frightened, just like me.

So much of my life
has just been lost.
I just want his love
and things that don't cost.

But he doesn't want to know.
He won't even try.
He's the reason I hate
and also why I cry!
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43. What It's Like

I wasn't raised by a good mother and father. I raised myself. I'm a 14 year old girl, and things have been like this since I was 5. I was continuously in the middle of my parents' fights. Constantly moving and having to make new friends. I wrote this poem just recently, trying to describe how I feel now. It ended up being a letter to someone I never thought existed. Things are a lot worse than they are described. It's time for people to stop putting up with this in their lives. I'm starting now.
- By Alyssa
- Published: January 2017 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Turning To God When Family Walks Away

Do you know what it's like
to feel so alone?
No mom, no dad,
no house to call a home.

Do you know what it's like
to feel so alone?
No mom, no dad,
no house to call a home.
Nobody wants me,
nobody cares.
Everybody can see me,
Everybody just stares.
They know my life,
But they don't know it all.
I feel abandoned,
and one day I'll fall.
My dad was never here,
didn't want me, no doubt.
There was always fighting.
Then he moved out.
Dad hit Mom,
Mom hit Dad.
They are both twisted.
Yes, things are bad.
My mom was a drunk,
a drug addict, too.
Her boyfriend hit me,
and out the door I flew.
My life isn't perfect.
It spirals down.
I'll refuse to show fear
when I move out of town.
I need a way out,
but there is no escape.
God, if you're listening,
is this really my fate?
I don't know where I am.
I'm lost and all alone.
Can't you see me crying?
My heart is torn.
God, I need you.
Can you give me a family,
give me a home,
someone who'll love me for me?
I know it's a lot.
I will thank you for this.
I may not have a family,
but you made up for it with friends.
I love them all very much,
but you know it has to end.
Everyone says that you love me.
Is that really true?
Sometimes it doesn't seem like it.
I wonder if I should love you, too.
I don't know what I'm doing,
who it is I am.
I don't know anything anymore.
It's all confusing.

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44. My Father And My Dad

Why do some abuse the ones they love the most and pay a price that leaves them out of the house?
- By Michael J. Souchereau
- Published: July 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Son Loving Step-Father Vs. Real Dad

Hurrying to pack up all your stuff in the middle of the night.
All because your Mother and Father are in another abusive fight.
You hear all that yelling and screaming at such a young age.
It feels like a scared dog that's trapped in its cage.

Hurrying to pack up all your stuff in the middle of the night.
All because your Mother and Father are in another abusive fight.
You hear all that yelling and screaming at such a young age.
It feels like a scared dog that's trapped in its cage.
But your Father beating your Mother until she can't take it no more.
I walk out of my bedroom to see her bloody and lying on the floor.
I was only three years old, but these memories still run through my head.
No wonder all my life I told everybody that my Father was dead.
He did nothing to help my Mother with my sister and me.
Mom was always working her fingers to the bone to take care of us three.
Then she met someone who put us all first in his life.
Together they had a baby and he made her his wife.
He has done more for me than my own Father has, and that makes me mad.
But that's why he'll be my Father and you'll always be my dad.
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45. My Father Left Me Behind

A daughter bemoans her fate. Her father has left the house. She will grow up without a daddy.
- By Jessica Farley
- Published: April 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About A Father Leaving

Leaving behind others to take your place,
Carrying on your name, walking around with your face,
Knowing you got left behind,
Wondering what's on my father's mind.

Leaving behind others to take your place,
Carrying on your name, walking around with your face,
Knowing you got left behind,
Wondering what's on my father's mind.
He didn't even think to try.
To leave my mother with tears going down her face,
Left me only to embrace,
Only for me to ask her why?
My mother can give me answers;
My father left behind.
For he can give his love to another,
But can't give his love to me,
My mother would give her life,
As she's given life to me,
My father I hope to love.
Will he ever really love me?
He can take and make a life and keep living on,
But what is it like to live without a father,
He doesn't even know,
Because he doesn't even care,
He left me alone.
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46. My Feelings To You

A daughter writes about how she feels towards her mom, who abandoned her when she was little.
- By Katarina Alexa Arruda
- Published: June 2007 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Abandoned By Mom Poem

Behind your shadow,
I stand and fall.
It's a tough battle,
In which I feel so small.

Behind your shadow,
I stand and fall.
It's a tough battle,
In which I feel so small.
My feelings toward you
you might think are dumb.
Sad, upset, confused,
angry, hurt, and numb.
When I needed a mom,
you were not there
to talk about boys
or to fix my hair.
Yes, you did call
every once and a while,
but an ocean of tears
hides behind this smile.
Tormented, trapped, and torn,
my heart says I feel.
Seven years after I was born
my heart won't start to heal.
I see other girls
laugh with their moms,
I go dizzy with swirls
and crash like a bomb.
The anger in me
rages in fright.
Always staying angry,
I just think I might.
Time heals everything;
I don't think that's true.
I know something
time did not do.
Time has been flying.
For a long while
I've always been trying
to show a real smile.
One thing that hurts,
and I don't know why,
you moved far away,
and it makes me cry.
When I think about this,
to myself I lie.
I've gotten over you,
that I would not try.
You are a mother,
a mother of two,
me and my brother.
We hardly know you.
Every night I think
of how my life could've been.
tears run down my face,
and my world starts to spin.
These past few years
have been really hard.
For the rest of my life
I'll be severely scarred.
It took me time to realize
what you did to me.
Tears in my eyes,
and you're clueless it seems.
I try to be brave,
it really hurts.
You could've stayed,
instead of making it worse.
I want you to know this.
It's sad but it's true;
you hurt your little girl
and your little boy too!
You ruined me,
you made me cry,
you really hurt me,
and to laugh I try.
There is a hole in my heart
the doctors don't see.
I guess they don't know
what my mommy did to me.
If you want me back,
you have to prove
you can be a mom
to me and Andre, too!
When I screamed for you,
did you hear a sound?
I guess you didn't,
because you were never around.
I will tell you something
you cannot forget.
Once you hurt your kids,
it will soon come to regret.
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47. Closure

Her father was not in her life as she grew up, and because of that, she suffered. However, she has finally achieved some closure and found happiness in spite of the trauma.
- By Nicole M. Connolly
- Published: August 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Accepting Father Leaving

How could you have left
I was only a young girl
I needed your help
I didn't know much of this world

How could you have left
I was only a young girl
I needed your help
I didn't know much of this world
You said that you loved me
You said that you cared
But once you were gone
I was so very scared

So many things we could have done differently
Things we could have fixed
Most of which
By just one simple kiss

You used to be my hero
You used to be a dad
But after you were gone
I found things out
Things that were pretty bad

You're gone now
And you're not coming back
You know that I love you
But I just have to know
If you got a second chance
Would you still go

For a while I blamed you
For a while I blamed me
But now that I am older
I can finally see
That it's never been a fault
And it's never been a fee
Yes, you're gone
And yes, I miss you
But I've finally found happiness
In which to life it is the key
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48. A Child's Plight

How sharp the pain when we depend upon a parent for help and they don't come through.
- By Shaina Nelson
- Published: February 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Mother Not Interested In Child's Struggles

Where were you
When I struggled to get home

Where were you

Where were you
When I struggled to get home

Where were you
When I needed someone to confide in

Where were you
When I needed help

Where were you
When I was alone

Where were you
When I had nothing

Where were you
When I was scared

Where were you
When I was forced to bare myself

Where were you
When I needed helping hands

Where were you
When my life dwindled on life or death

Where were you
When I lost my sense of reality

Where were you
When I was being defiled

Where were you
When I was being filled with hate

Where were you
When I was surrounded by anger

Where were you
When I wanted to die

Where were you
When I wanted a hug

Where were you
When I needed confidence

Where were you
When my life was asunder

Where were you
When I felt used

Where were you
When I lost all sense of right

Where were you
When I began to forget

Where were you
When I began to deny

Where were you
When I sought only self-gratification

Where were you
When I desired truth

Where were you
When I desired understanding

Where were you
When my Mother wasn't to be found

I know where you were
You were watching me

You were watching me
Begin to hate myself

You were watching me
Be defiled

You were watching me
Struggle home

You were watching me
When I needed help

You were watching me
Deny the truth

You were watching me
Seek truth

You were watching me
Be surrounded with anger

You were watching me
Be filled with hate

You were watching me
When I was alone

You were watching me
When I needed a confidant

You were watching me
Lose my sense of self

You were watching me
Seek after my own demise

You were watching me
Fill my cup with self-gratification

You were watching me
When I needed more hands

You were watching me
When I was scared

You were watching me
Be forced upon

You were watching me
As I was in need

You were watching me
As death knocked at my door

You were watching me
Need love and attention

You were watching me
Lose self-esteem

You were watching me
When I forgot truth

You were watching me
Believe lies

You were watching me
When I sought understanding

All this time you only watched
My own mother ONLY watched.
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49. What About Me

A girl talks about her place within her family in which she feels she is unappreciated and unloved.
- By Jami McCormick
- Published: April 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Unappreciated And Unloved In Family Poem

My sister gets all the love
And support she needs
She has always been first
In your mind and heart

My sister gets all the love
And support she needs
She has always been first
In your mind and heart

But what about me

My brother gets anything
He wants even when he
Doesn't deserve it at all
Because he's the baby

But what about me

I'm the one you can
Count on to watch the
Animals or the kid when
You go somewhere

But what about me

I'm the one that is the
Last person to know
What's going on and
The last one you consider

But what about me

What if I want to go
With you when you go
What if I want to do
The same things with you

But what about me

Why don't I get the same
Kind of love and support
That they get, aren't I
Just as important

But what about me

Don't I deserve the same
Consideration as them
Don't I deserve the same
Kind of love and support

But what about me

Am I not your daughter
Don't I deserve the same
As your other daughter
Or your son

But what about me

If I try to tell you how
I feel you get angry and
Upset that I feel this way
Why can't you understand

But what about me

I can't understand why
My feelings make you
Angry and why I am the
One that always gets left behind

But what about me

Why don't you take me
With you or plan things
So that I can go with you
Or be more involved in your life

But what about me

It's like you don't know me
Or even care to know me
So I guess I'll just leave
You three alone

But what about me

Don't call me if you want
Someone to watch the animals
Or the kid until you include me
Because I want to be included

But what about me

I am no longer the watcher
I guess I will make it by myself
Until I feel I am accepted by the
Family I was born into

But what about me

Until then, I stand alone
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50. How Do You Call Yourself A Mom?

I wrote this poem just now about my mom and how she makes me feel. When my parents got a divorce my mom went back to her old boyfriend. And now she neglects me and my 2 older sisters.I have a tough time knowing my mom isn't around to show me the ropes. But it's her choice. I still love her. But it doesn't seem like she loves me anymore.
- By Taryn
- Published: April 2009 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Broken Relationship With Mom

Looking in your eyes
Tells me something's wrong.
Never began to realize
You've neglected for so long.

Looking in your eyes
Tells me something's wrong.
Never began to realize
You've neglected for so long.

It seems you're never there,
You never really try,
And every time I want to be with you
You make up stupid lies.

I feel as if
I'm just your friend,
That you hate being around,
So don't pretend.

Don't say you love me
With that dreadful tone.
It doesn't make sense
Why you never answer your phone.

It's pathetic to know
You had three daughters,
But you have nothing to do with any of them;
That truly makes me wonder.

Sure our family has had problems,
But not that bad that you can ignore,
So if you expect me to stick around,
I'll walk right out of the door.

You wonder why I live with dad.
At least he does try.
Daddy has always cared about me.
Do you know how much this makes me cry?

I feel like you're dead
Because you're never there.
You're dead to me.
How is that fair?

I have never done anything to hurt you,
And your boyfriend comes before me?
That's bull crap, Mom.
Pay attention to me.

It's always poor, poor, pitiful you.
You always have problems.
You tell me your troubles
Like I'm supposed to stop them?

You used to call every day
Just to see how I was doing.
Now it's like you don't own a phone
As my emotions are brewing.

It's so hard not to cry
Knowing my mother is barely around.
I see girls so close the their mothers,
But it's as if mine is already in the ground.

Do you ever cry over me, Mom?
Do you ever stop and wonder
About how I am doing?
You're just a silent thunder.

I hate loving you.
There's no point if it's not returned.
My sisters hate it too.
I feel like my skin is in a blazing fire being burned.

Trying to smile
When I'm with you, never seem to faze me.
You were always the "cool mom"
But now you don't care about me.

So now when you need me,
I hope you know I won't be here.
I hope one day you read this
And it brings a world of fear.

I don't want your hugs
And fake understanding.
I want a mom
Who is never-ending.

I'm sorry, Mom,
But I gotta say
I'll always love you
But never look my way!
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51. Do You Have An Answer?

To this day I still don't understand why mothers choose a man over their own flesh and blood...
- By Angie M Flores
- Published: March 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Absent Mother

Why did you do the things you did?
Why did you say the things you said?
Why did you change who you are?
Why did you choose a man over your own daughter?

Why did you do the things you did?
Why did you say the things you said?
Why did you change who you are?
Why did you choose a man over your own daughter?
Why did you hurt me?
Why did you break my heart?
Why did you betray me?
Why did you break your promises?
Why did you have to break up our once "happy family" apart?
Why are you so evil?
Why weren't you there for me?
Why!?

Where were you when I needed you?
Where were you when I was sick?
Where were you when I cried?
Where were you when I was sad?
Where were you when I needed help?
Where were you when I was scared?
Where were you when I was troubled?
Where were you when I had no one?
Where were you when I needed a mother?
Where were you!?

What happened to my mother?
What is wrong with you?
What do you think of?
What are you doing?
What is more important than me?

When are you going to go back to being the mother I once had?
When will you realize what you've done?
When will you take off that blindfold you have?
When will you care?
When!?

Who was there for me when I needed someone...not you!
Who did I go to when I needed help...not you!
Who always encouraged me to do better...not you!
Who was there to wipe my tears away...not you!
Who taught me right from wrong...not you!
Who helped me overcome my fears...not you!
Who showed me the love I needed...not you!

Because of you, it's hard for me to love another person.
Because of you, it's hard for me to have faith in people.
Because of you, it's hard for me trust a soul.
Because of you, I must remain a motherless daughter.
Because of you, it's hard for me to open my heart to others.
Because of you, it's hard for me to believe someone when they say, "I love you."
All because of you!

See what you've done to me!
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52. How I Feel

Going through a hard time with family...I had to vent...
- By Casmine
- Published: December 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Impossible To Please You Poem

I wish things were different
I wish I could change them
I wish I could change me
but somehow I always end up hurt

I wish things were different
I wish I could change them
I wish I could change me
but somehow I always end up hurt

Why me
Is it only me

It's impossible to please either one of you
Sometimes I wonder if I would be better off alone
I don't need your help, but I can't make it on my own
Why won't you listen...I scream and shout, but you don't hear me
I kick and cry...but you don't see me...
Do you care...
I can't tell
but then...that's just ME
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53. Dad...It's Christmas

This is dedicated to my dad, whom I haven't seen in 5 or 6-ish years.
- By Louise
- Published: November 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Wanting Dad Home For Christmas

Every year when Christmas arrives
I cry because you're not here
I want you to come home to me
I pray this every year

Every year when Christmas arrives
I cry because you're not here
I want you to come home to me
I pray this every year

I remember the last Christmas
I spent with you that year
We had so much fun and food
And you were so very near

But now you've gone somewhere
And you haven't yet come back
It'll be Christmas again soon
Please come and find me, Dad

I often look out the window
Wondering where you are
Picturing you in front of me
Remembering every scratch and scar

So please make me a promise
And don't break it or I'll be sad
Please promise me just one thing
That you'll come home for Christmas, Dad
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54. The Broken Girl

I am 27 now, but I had a horrific childhood. Everything from an alcoholic mother, a dead beat father, and step-dads molesting me, and beating my mom and being cruel to my brothers. Writing was my only outlet a way that made me feel I was telling someone and to this day I still hurt a lot from my past. 4/1/08
- By Natasha Jordan
- Published: February 2009 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Welcome to my broken home,
There's nobody here I'm all alone.

The walls they scream of things once said,

Welcome to my broken home,
There's nobody here I'm all alone.

The walls they scream of things once said,
They constantly echo in my head.

The door in front it never closes as people never stay,
The hatred and guilt always drives them away.

So welcome to my broken home I don't have anything to offer you,
No love, no face I'm out of place and there's not much I can do.

I sit in here and do nothing at all,
But stare at these empty walls.

It portrays the life of hurt and hate,
My destiny, my anguish, my solitaire fate.

It's like a projection screen playing a never ending show,
It's like it's in slow motion, so painfully slow.

So run now from my broken home, keep the door open as you leave,
Because being trapped in here I still need air to breathe.

Tell now about my broken home of all things heard and said,
Because even as a woman that house still lives in my head.

That little girl trapped inside, well that little girl is me,
Even though I'm older now the horrible thoughts won't me be.

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55. Time Can't Heal

The relationship with my mother has taken a hard fall and we no longer speak.
- By Vanessa
- Published: September 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Mother-Daughter Relationship Poem

Time can't heal pain that won't mend.
The suffering, the heart ache,
It feels like the end.
Grasping a hold of a moving change,

Time can't heal pain that won't mend.
The suffering, the heart ache,
It feels like the end.
Grasping a hold of a moving change,
Trying to pick up pieces to put the puzzle back together,
For nothing can last forever.
Grudges are held...never letting go
Feelings are hurt...but they wouldn't listen,
But behind every fight there is a reason why.
The one you love didn't make it to your future
And why they didn't try.
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56. Waiting For My Dad

This goes out to my dad. If you're out there.. I'm done waiting for you.
- By Amy
- Published: August 2009 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Not Waiting Any More For Parents Love

I sit alone in the darkness
Waiting...
Waiting for him to come back to me.
Can he hear my cries?

I sit alone in the darkness
Waiting...
Waiting for him to come back to me.
Can he hear my cries?
Can he feel my tears?
Can he sense my breaking heart?
God only knows such a fact.
How can this be that he can't see me?
Is it because I'm sitting alone in the darkness?
I just walk past everyone as if I were invisible.
Can he see me now?
Can he see the pain he's caused me?
Or does he look past it?
I think I should move on,
But something tells me to wait.
It's my heart.
I'll give him one more chance
He needs to prove his love to me.
As I return to sit alone in the darkness...
Waiting.
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57. The Night Guard

This poem is for all the children who handle situations beyond their control and still try to navigate their daily lives. As the oldest girl in a family of five, it was my job to calm the younger ones on nights when our home situation got out of control. As a substitute teacher, I identified with the kids who were having a hard time focusing and keeping up with their peers. My hope is that this poem will help some teachers identify and understand these students who are in their classes.
- By Susan B. Lovejoy
- Published: August 2020 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Surviving A Difficult Home Life

The shadows on my bedroom wall are growing dark and long.
I hear the voices rise and fall, their language harsh and strong.
Do they know I can hear their fight? Maybe they just don't care
that their child is locked in fright, heart pounding in both ears.

The shadows on my bedroom wall are growing dark and long.
I hear the voices rise and fall, their language harsh and strong.
Do they know I can hear their fight? Maybe they just don't care
that their child is locked in fright, heart pounding in both ears.

My sister runs, climbs in my bed and pulls my blanket close.
She softly shakes her little head, awakened by the noise.
She sobs because we hear Mom cry. I try to soothe her tears,
while sniffing back all of mine. We night guards can't show fear.

I rock her, singing nursery rhymes to drown the angry fight.
We sit as one in frozen time, hoping to last the night.
She's peaceful in my little cot; we're finally okay
when sunlight glows; a tiny spot leads us safe to day.

We get up, get dressed, get the bus, and sometimes get to eat.
But through it all, there's two of us together on the street.
My job is done until tonight; we made it through that risk.
So teacher, please, forgive me if my head is on my desk.
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58. Growing Up

Life can be tough for a mom alone with nine kids. It is also hard for the kids. You make the best of what you have, with the hopes of a brighter tomorrow.
- By Kathy Murphy
- Published: January 2016 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Make The Best Of What You Have

Life was hard when I was young.
A dad was just something other kids had.
It was a struggle for a mom with nine kids.
Some days were happy and some days were sad.

Life was hard when I was young.
A dad was just something other kids had.
It was a struggle for a mom with nine kids.
Some days were happy and some days were sad.

But mom did the best that she could.
The check from the state wasn't much.
My brother worked on a garbage truck
And brought us home clothing and such.

And I wore those clothes to school
Wondering from day to day
If any of the kids would recognize
The clothes they had thrown away.

The dishes we ate from were castaways too.
My brother brought home a lot of stuff.
We didn't have new things to show off to friends,
But what we had was good enough.

At the beginning of every month
We got our food from the welfare line.
Yellow rice, pressed meat, cheese,
And peanut butter that suited us fine.

But before the month was over with
The cabinets were bare.
It took a lot to feed nine kids,
But to complain, we didn't dare.

We made do with what there was.
Mom would get a loaf of bread
And make us a sandwich for our meal.
At least we all were fed.

A sugar sandwich was the bomb.
Mustard...ketchup...mayonnaise,
Salt and pepper between two slices of bread.
At least there were no hunger days.

We had electricity when we could meet the bill
And oil lamps when we couldn't.
We had running water half of the time
And the other half....we wouldn't.

But we all grew up and are doing good.
We have families of our own to feed.
We make sure they are fed and have clothes to wear
And whatever else they may need.

Mom moved on ...God called her home.
Her struggles on earth are through.
We'll all see her again when our time has come
And we'll begin a life anew.

There'll be no need for clothing,
Or dishes from the trash,
Or welfare lines and electric bills,
Or a limited amount of cash.
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59. Thanks, Mom

This is a poem I wrote for myself reflecting on the years my mother abandoned me. I currently don't talk to my mother and I keep it that way for my sanity.
- By Tessa
- Published: May 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Dear Mom,
Thanks for the years
the years of my tears
you treat me bad

Dear Mom,
Thanks for the years
the years of my tears
you treat me bad
and you make me sad
I just want to die
in heaven I'd lie
I'd sail and I'd dream
I wouldn't have time to scream
I wouldn't take the tears
I wouldn't have these fears
I would be able to love
I could rise high above
and even though I seem to hate
I don't hate as I probably should
that I expect, you probably would
you hate everything and even yourself
so I'll hang the presence of you
upon my highest shelf
even though you cause a hole in my heart
in years of time, you can always re-start.
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60. How Am I

Raising children is no easy feat especially when there's no money or help from a father.
- By Sherri Bauer
- Published: July 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
How Can A Single Mother Manage Alone?

How am I going to explain this to you?
I have four children and don't know what to do.
I have had less than eight hours of sleep all week.
I am so tired of yelling, I can barely speak.

How am I going to explain this to you?
I have four children and don't know what to do.
I have had less than eight hours of sleep all week.
I am so tired of yelling, I can barely speak.
1, 2, 3, 4 they all start to bawl.
I'm by myself there is no one to call.

How am I going to feed them today?
Send me some help God, I am trying to pray!
I can't work anymore I'm on hour fourteen.
Nowhere to turn, I wish I could scream!

How am I to pay you, I'm all alone.
She's sick, I couldn't call they disconnected the phone.
Won't someone please give me a hand?
I can't afford it. Why don't they understand?

How am I going to explain sacrifice?
All they've had to eat is peanut butter and rice.
His birthday is special; I wish I could buy it.
I've explained this already! Please just be quiet.

How am I wrong when I try so much?
I don't want to go I can't afford lunch.
Everyone says I'm getting thinner.
I took money from their accounts just to buy dinner.

How am I going to ask my Dad?
After all the 'little talks' we've already had?
Children, please stop fighting with one another,
I know it's a mess; I have no time to clean, Mother!

How am I to ask them not to be bitter?
I need to work but can't find a sitter!
I wish they didn't seem to be so sad.
I think all they need is just one good Dad!

How am I going to look them in the face?
We're getting divorced, he found a new place.
Trouble with her, just go away!
No, I don't mean it; it's OK if you stay!

How am I going to give you some money?
You're getting older, you'll have to work, Honey.
They're all grown up but still having trouble.
I want to protect them, keep them in a bubble.

How am I going to care for myself?
I can't even say, 'I've still got my health!'
For too many years, I would sit alone and cry.
Please Lord, I need to know just how am I?
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Anger Poems - Page 3

41. I'm Sorry...Dad

42. My Dad

43. What It's Like

44. My Father And My Dad

Why do some abuse the ones they love the most and pay a price that leaves them out of the house?

45. My Father Left Me Behind

A daughter bemoans her fate. Her father has left the house. She will grow up without a daddy.

46. My Feelings To You

A daughter writes about how she feels towards her mom, who abandoned her when she was little.

47. Closure

Her father was not in her life as she grew up, and because of that, she suffered. However, she has finally achieved some closure and found happiness in spite of the trauma.

48. A Child's Plight

How sharp the pain when we depend upon a parent for help and they don't come through.

49. What About Me

A girl talks about her place within her family in which she feels she is unappreciated and unloved.

50. How Do You Call Yourself A Mom?

51. Do You Have An Answer?

To this day I still don't understand why mothers choose a man over their own flesh and blood...

52. How I Feel

Going through a hard time with family...I had to vent...

53. Dad...It's Christmas

This is dedicated to my dad, whom I haven't seen in 5 or 6-ish years.

54. The Broken Girl

55. Time Can't Heal

The relationship with my mother has taken a hard fall and we no longer speak.

56. Waiting For My Dad

This goes out to my dad. If you're out there.. I'm done waiting for you.

57. The Night Guard

58. Growing Up

Life can be tough for a mom alone with nine kids. It is also hard for the kids. You make the best of what you have, with the hopes of a brighter tomorrow.

59. Thanks, Mom

This is a poem I wrote for myself reflecting on the years my mother abandoned me. I currently don't talk to my mother and I keep it that way for my sanity.

60. How Am I

Raising children is no easy feat especially when there's no money or help from a father.