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My father

Contributed by Daniellemarie on Wednesday, 4th August 2010 @ 10:12:49 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Hand in hand we walked, while leaves crunched under my feet.
A big and strong hand was yours wrapped around my tiny chubby fingers.
Church bells rang, and birds were singing, Early Sunday mornings were
all we ever really had. When the weekend was at it's end I would cry
before you even dropped me off, and every time it stayed the same.
"don't cry baby, I promise I will be back next weekend." I waited and
waited by window sills for you, baggs packed and nowhere to go.
Sometimes the first man to break a little girls heart is her own Father.
Still with open arms I always take you back, because the minute you pull
up in your classic caddy with leather seats and music blasting I know
that noone in the world could replace the way you make me feel when
Im with you. A free spirit you were, always my only escape, only you could
make me laugh so hard, and cook the best meat balls with raisins.
I always cherished my weekends with you each time like it would be my last,
and always carry this chip on my shoulder. There were always those dark times
when I was scared and all alone just a little girl who's daddy walked out on her again,
sometimes for years at a time. Call me a fool but at 23 years old I still let it get to me
when your a no show.




Copyright © Daniellemarie ... [ 2010-08-04 22:12:49]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: My father (User Rating: 1 )
by cashfan1 on Thursday, 5th August 2010 @ 02:10:31 AM AEST
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Very well expressed feeling in this, you bring your father to life for the reader and ask them to come to their own conclusion about the relationship between the two of you. A very good write.


Re: My father (User Rating: 1 )
by chrisdavid on Thursday, 5th August 2010 @ 11:58:23 AM AEST
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You write a rather sad tale here but nicely expressed.
Take care, AChris.




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