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A Letter To My Father

How am I suppose to know you care, If every time I grieved for you, you weren't there? I always thought someday you would have came along, But it seems like i was thinking wrong. Sometimes I sit and wonder the reason why you left, And why you made promises you never kept. I really want to know why you went away, And why don't you want to come back to stay. When someone asks about you I tell them a lie, Then i'll go sit by myself and cry. Where were you when i was under stress, Just because i didn't wanted to fail my test. Mummy was there every step of the way, But i counted on you to come and save the day, Even though you weren't in my graduation crowd, I am still your daughter and i'll always make you proud. So even though i'm hurt & sad, No matter what you're still my dad. I'm proud to be your one and only daughter, But just remember i'll always love you throughout any matter Natalia Williams 15 (yrs)

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Date: 1/22/2016 10:40:00 PM
NATALIA, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Always with LUV **SKAT**
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Date: 12/21/2014 7:46:00 PM
tanx everyone this is one of my favourites i won poetry compietition i my school with this piece and this is my second time wining :) . i really enjoy writing poems especially about my challenges that i have to face i life as a young teen
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Date: 12/21/2014 7:38:00 PM
what great verses these are , that managed to express what you feel in this very touching way. I really admire your write .
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Date: 12/21/2014 6:58:00 PM
heartfelt write Natalia which made me so sad to read - absent parents miss out so much and it also impacts so much a young life - the final couplet made me teary - despite everything the longing for him is so deep - you show such maturity beyond your tender years:-) Hugs Jan x
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