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When I'M Grown

Where is my daddy momma? Where has he gone to? Daddy, if you can hear me, I really, really miss you. Mom, you said God took him, And now he’s in Thy grace. But can you tell me momma, Where can I find this place. I miss my daddy momma, When will he come home? You always say you’ll tell me, Whenever I am grown. Am I not growing momma? I feel grown, as grown can be. Where has my daddy gone to? Momma, can you please tell me. I’ve waited by the door, I’ve waited by the phone. And I’ve waited for you to tell me, When daddy’s coming home. But you just sit there crying, About the things I’ve said. At night I listen at your door, And you cry louder in bed. Was it something I said? Was it something I done? To make daddy go back, To heaven where he’s from. Where’s this heaven momma? Where’s this land of glory? So I can go tell daddy, I miss his bedtime stories. I miss everything about him, His kisses made me feel better. Momma, can I have paper and pen, So I can write daddy a letter. So he’ll know the things he’s missed, Whenever he comes home. I can’t wait to grow up momma, So you can tell me when I’m grown.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 2/16/2009 9:31:00 AM
Oh, Raul, I have tears in my eyes. I was lucky to have my father for so long; it's such a tragedy that your friend had to leave young children behind. I can only imagine their mother's sorry. My late husband and I had no children; that would have made his passing harder. This is so beautiful! I'm adding you to my favorites. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 12/12/2008 11:02:00 AM
I love this poem because I can relate to it.I ask this just about everyday.But I never let it get the best of me.Keep at it.!!!!!!
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Date: 12/4/2008 7:13:00 PM
This is a great poem.....teaching the concept of death to children is somtimes difficult. They are affected by it but can't feel, touch, smell, see or hear it .......the intangible......very nice
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Date: 12/3/2008 12:58:00 PM
You did an amazing job on this, it brought tears to my eyes. I lost my own dad when I was just a kid and oh, how this brings back those feelings, I can so relate to the sadness this child feels. Very beautiful Raul. God bless and thanks :) also for the kind comments, Amy
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Date: 12/2/2008 12:21:00 PM
The more I think about this poem the more it makes me sad and I love the way you wrote it. A childs point of view is very clear. Thanks for your comments on my poetry. Love Elizabeth
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Date: 11/25/2008 4:06:00 AM
Haunting poetry. As a parent I know that the fear is always in the back of my mind, that something might happen to either me or my husband, leaving my children to wonder and grieve. A heartbreaking thought. Thank you so much for your comments on my poetry. I appreciate them very much!
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Date: 11/24/2008 11:00:00 PM
Very powerful poem,Raul! I wish you the best.God bless you!D.
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Date: 11/24/2008 4:25:00 PM
Too heartbreaking. Want to hug this child until all the pain goes away. Very sad, well done. Love, Shar
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Date: 11/24/2008 3:35:00 PM
This made me cry, My friend lost her husband and I have heard these questions asked. This broght back that memory. Great write.
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Date: 11/24/2008 3:29:00 PM
Raul my dear friend you are a true friend and this is touching. Made me sad. Keep up the excellent work still in the healing process. God bless you my friend. MichaelTorres
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Date: 11/24/2008 3:04:00 PM
Your poem really touched me. A child never understands the meaning of death. A child always has a handful of questions though we explain, they cannot conceive it. This is a beautiful and clever piece.
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Date: 11/24/2008 2:29:00 PM
what can i say.... it touched me in a way in it's strange poetic way. i kept reading for the answer but none came. you just pulled us into the hole with you. where's daddy? JHL
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Date: 11/24/2008 2:16:00 PM
I'm tearing up, this was so touching and very sad. You captured the innocence of the child's knowledge of their father wonderfully. These are definitely questions a kid would ask. This pulled at my heart. Amazing write, blessings, ~Michaela~
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