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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My daughter does not touch me any more. She used to come and kiss me every night, And sometimes she would sit on my lap for a while, But she has not even touched me for so long now … I know she still loves me. She shows it in so many little ways That make me happy, But she does not touch me … She seldom tells me the truth, (And that hurts me, Though I try not to let her see) But I know the reason for that … It is because she loves me. She thinks I need to be protected From the pain of knowing her pain. (I, who should be her protector … ) She is mistaken: But I understand her motive And I love her the more for it, But my daughter does not touch me any more … I think sometimes she wants to, But the years of disuse have created An insurmountable barrier For us both … We want it to be Like it is in the movies, But it is not. This is real life … There is no ‘golden opportunity’ To make it right again. Neither of us can go back, Nor can we un-live the past … It is done, and cannot be undone, Even though neither of us is to blame For whatever happened then. (Whatever did happen then?) There is, in me, A certain hollow, Which can only be filled By my daughter’s touch … I believe there is, in her, (Though she may deny this) A corresponding hollow, Which only my touch can fill … The problem is, Because she does not touch me, I am debarred from touching her, And so both our needs remain unfulfilled … As the time has passed, That hollow has grown into a hole, And the hole has grown into a deep chasm, Because she des not touch me … And the chasm has grown, Until now it is a cosmic void. A vast emptiness, Contained within me … and her … A vortex, Where the howling tempest of loneliness Scours our souls of all human comfort, Because my daughter does not touch me … (This was written some years ago, during the teen years. When her own daughter was born, she came back to me! Perhaps Hollywood's not so silly ... )
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