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Dana Gingery Poem
Dear Daddy,
I remember when I was little,
there was nothing I looked forward to more,
than dinnertime coming around,
and hearing your voice at the door.
Everyone always knew you were my world,
I always knew I was your babygirl.
Growing up led us through some tough times,
a broken home and only seeing you once a week.
Then mommy went to heaven,
and you laid with me as I cried myself to sleep.
In my eyes you were the world,
at 9 years old I was still your babygirl.
I remember it like yesterday,
something inside you changed.
You starting bringing around strange women,
to you it seemed like a game.
While me and my brother stood by,
watching at all at such a young age.
But nonetheless it never changed the fact,
that you were my dad,
and I loved you more than anything in the world.
Once you began treating those other kids,
better than your own,
your true colors were shown.
I never thought I'd see the day that I had hate for you,
because you were once my world,
as naive as I was, so young and not strong enough,
I forgave you time and time again.
Your daughter still loved you more than anything in the world,
even if she wasn't your babygirl.
The day you remarried, I knew it was close to the end.
It wasn't but a few months later our once close relationship,
had faded.
We had become strangers,
because you chose her over your babygirl,
but I still loved you more than anything in the world.
That day came when she was strong enough,
and she knew all hope was long gone.
At 18 years old, she turned her back,
and never came back home.
She still loved you more than anything in the world,
but she couldn't let herself feel that,
Through the hurt you created inside.
Here I am now, nearly 24 years old,
and we speak less and less.
As much as I'd like it not to be true,
you were will always be my first love,
and I love you more than anything in the world.
Love your BabyGirl.
Copyright © Dana Gingery | Year Posted 2013
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Dana Gingery Poem
You tear my heart open,
with all the promises left unkept.
I manage to sew myself shut,
but my weakness will always be,
that I care too much.
The scars that you've left me,
are a burning reminder of the past.
Each one more painful,
and deeper than the last.
You always try to come around,
like the past doesn't exsist.
Only I'm the one who can seem to forget.
I've tried time and time again,
to offer you a chance.
To mend the ties that bind us,
and be a family, for you to be a man.
But once again,
you've left me drowing in the water.
So this is our last stand.
My compassion may be my weakness,
but I'm done reaching for your hand.
You still tear my heart open,
with all your false hopes.
But believe me, I won't let you know it.
My smile puts on a good show,
and behind my clothes,
the scars of the past burn.
You may not see them,
with the naked eye,
but they have taught me
all that I need to learn,
about giving your false hopes another turn.
Copyright © Dana Gingery | Year Posted 2013
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