Cherica Eckiwaudah Poet Couplet

Thanks For Being There.

It sucks not knowing my dad, I think about him everyday.
But I wonder in my heart if he would have loved me anyway.

I wonder if he's out there, somwhere, just trying to find me.
Or is he sittin on his couch as happy as can be?

He's missed me growing up, and playing different sports.
He's never gotten the chance to take me shopping for shorts.

I wish I could see him, or at least give him a hug.
Or would he brush me off like I was an ugly bug?

Tears roll down my face, when I think of him.
But I also know my chances of finding him are slim.

In the end i'm grateful for at least knowing my mother.
She's always been here for me and thats why I love her.

  By: Cherica Eckiwaudah

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Savannah Rose Harper September 17, 2009 at 5:34 PM I feel kinda the same way except its my gma tht takes care of me my dads in the fed pen.....

Juan Onate June 9, 2009 at 8:51 AM this is my favorite poem when and i really identify myself with this b-cuz i know what it is like to no have someone there to teach u how to ride a bike or how to play football but to know that we will allwayz have a special person there called mom

Rebecca Pasco June 6, 2009 at 8:03 PM Mothers are the best!! i like this poem.

Mary Montgomery June 4, 2009 at 1:53 PM This heartfelt. Good job.

Vince Suzadail Jr. June 4, 2009 at 1:44 PM Sad but I feel more sorry for him as he missed you growing up and that is his loss. You pen your feelings well. Ask your mother and I'll bet she'll point to you as the greatest blessing in her life. God Bless. Vince

Nadia Shahwan May 19, 2009 at 6:59 AM Beautiful poem.

Dean Masciarelli May 19, 2009 at 4:25 AM Hi Cherica I know someone that can help she helped me and maybe she can help you But you have to be emotionally ready. Because the transition is never easy. Just look at what happened to me.Thank you for stopping by and reading my poem(What would my life have been like)It was a very difficult poem for me to write.