If Daddy Were Here

Why is everybody always picking on me?
Why does it seem like they enjoy making me cry?
These days they seem to always be shouting "Just shut up, Pee-Wee!"
If Daddy were here...
But he left without even saying goodbye.
My heart and soul seems to always be filled with so much sorrow
and my tears rush down from my eyes like an angry river,
But I just can't bare to live to see another tomorrow
If Daddy were here...
Just the thought of him leaving me behind makes me shiver.
Oh, God! Why were you so quick in taking my precious daddy away?
He didn't even have time to speak any final words to me,
So much I long to up and just run away
because this doesn't seem to much like home without Daddy.
If only Daddy were here to see how they're treating me now
I know it would make him madder than Hell!
This wouldn't be happening if Daddy were still around
since he's been gone it seems that they're determined in making my life a living
hell.
It has been just two days and my daddy has been long buried and forgotten
and no one seems to give a care about how I really feel,
Deep down inside I feel so mixed-up and just plain rotten!
this pain hurts much too real.
If only Daddy were here for me to talk to
sadly, he's no longer here because he's gone and left me behind forever,
Maybe God's the one that I need to be talking to
because my daddy's at home with Him up in Heaven.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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June 7, 2012 at 10:32 AM
When I click on one of your poems I know it will be truly exceptional Wanda. Thank you for sharing your words with us. I hope all is well with you and yours. I will stop back again soon. Love, Carol
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February 19, 2009 at 9:41 PM
Dear Wanda, how awful you must feel to have lost your father! My heart goes out to you, as my Dad died last month. I don't feel abandoned, though. Talking to God is good therapy. Thank you for sharing your story with me. (Wanda was my late mother's name.) I think you'll find a lot of support here on this web site. It has been magical for me; better than any therapy! Love and Sympathy, Carolyn
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