Fathers Day
Father's Day A father to me was a figure in my life, one that I counted on, and still don't know why. The man that was supposed to be there, never let me down, Here it is Fathers Day, where is he now? Not interested in his child, not that it's a big suprise, but thank you to my father, the man I now despise. I've often wondered how anyone could get so low. How did you get so low dad, do you even know? I feel no hate for the man I'm forced to know, but my respect, my love, itwill nevergrow. I want to knowhow youmade that choice, an ultimate one, what about my voice? I want my dad back, the one I used to know, you said nothing would stop you, not ice, not snow. He suddenly disappeared, or should I say drowned. Drowned in his bottle, now he never comes around. He makes no effort at all to acknowledge the fact, he has a daughter and she wants her dad back. You won't ever hear it, I won't waste my breath, like or not, you're my dad....at least til death. To put you down seems harsh, yet every bit is true, Dad grab that mirror... what happened to you? My respect is gone, and I've lost hope. You made your decision, now I'll cope. So you live your life and I'll live mine, I don't ever want to hear, "let's make up the time." Time can't heal this and neither can I, after all my failed efforts, I won't even try. I want my daddy, but I know better than to wish, Remember dad, your decision- and I'm paying for it. A good bye's not necessary, no one will disappear, but whether you're around or not, I no longer care. This is how I feel, just fatherless, how sad. Anyone can be a father, it takes someone special to be a dad. Happy Fathers Day Lori Antoinette '98 I feel a small back story is needed. While sorting through my fathers keepsakes this was something that I found and had pushed to the back of my mind. I was 14 and knew it all when I wrote this. Now I just think I was angry. Either way I'd rather not get too detailed critisism on this, the negativethat is.because I by no means having any pride in this poem. It's just writing. Anyhow, thank you for reading!
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Razors pain you Rivers are damp Acid stains you Drugs cause cramp Guns aren't lawful Nooses give Gas smells awful You might as well live.
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