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Poem For My Daddy

I can't believe how long it's been. The time goes by so fast. The pain, I try to keep within; Those memories of the past. I've tried so hard to understand Your motives of that day. You made a choice to leave us and Just went along your way. I didn't know how bad it was I didn't know your pain. You never shared your thoughts because You hated to complain. When I was young, I worshiped you; My hero; proud and strong; Someone to tell my problems to And teach me right from wrong. I wanted to be Daddy's Girl. I tried so hard to please. And there was nothing in the world To make that longing ease. “I Love You” never crossed your lips; I never heard that sound. I guess it wasn't in your script; Those feelings, too profound. No “Honey”, “Darlin’”, “Sweetie Pie” Was ever said by you, Right up until the day you died, I never had a clue. Your work was always number one; I never measured up. My best, when all was said and done, Was never good enough. In later years as you grew old, You needed me much more, My hero, who was once so bold; Now hid behind a door. Your sight grew dim, your strength gave out, Your mind was not the same. Your eyes were filled with fear and doubt, And yes, a touch of shame. I saw that you were growing weak. At times, I saw you cry. I tried, but was afraid to speak, I never will know why. The choice you made that fateful day Is one I’ll never make. Although at times I’ve lost my way There is too much at stake. How could you leave us all alone To deal with what came then? To tell my Mother you were gone, Oh, where would I begin? You took the choice out of God’s hands. I guess you couldn’t wait Until we all could understand The meaning of our fate. You had to know it would be me Who found you, yes…it’s true. Did you not care that it would be How I remembered you? You pulled the trigger on that gun And ended all your pain. Not caring mine had just begun And always would remain. I wonder if you’re happy now. I pray that you’ve found peace. I hope that someday and somehow My guilt will finally cease. If only I had been aware Of what you’d planned to do; A word; a touch to say I cared… Could I have gotten through? I think of you each day and night I love and miss you still Your memory still shines its light I guess it always will.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 5/7/2011 8:35:00 PM
Cathy,,, Congratulations on your featured poem this week... Wishing you a wonderful mothers day.. :-) p.d.
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Date: 5/3/2011 8:15:00 PM
I am so sorry for your pain.
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Date: 5/3/2011 3:42:00 AM
I love this poem. It is now one of my favorites. It is so well written, and reading it just feels so....real I guess. I'm sorry you had to go through that though. I really don't have anything to compare to that sort of pain you must feel all the time. I hope you keep writing because I love reading your poems.
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Date: 5/2/2011 5:22:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Cathy. Love, Carol
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Date: 5/1/2011 1:37:00 PM
Congratulations on your poem being featured this week, Cathy
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Date: 4/13/2011 11:01:00 AM
I am reading such diverse poems here at PoetrySoup. Poet's hearts are bleeding poetry today. That is where the best poetry comes from. It has been my pleasure to read your poetry today Cathy. Continue to write and share it and I will be back to read it. Have a wonderful day and may you find inspiration along the way. Love, Carol
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Date: 4/12/2011 8:42:00 PM
Cathy, I truly feel and understand your pain. My mother killed herself when I was twenty. It is so brave of you to share this with all of us. Thank you for your courage. I, too, wonder "could I have gotten through", but we both know in our hearts that their pain blinded them to all else. This year on my birthday I will be the age my mother was when she died. I already feel the weight of that--of feeling each extra day that I will be here. Do you know what I mean? All the sunsets, kisses, Xmases.
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