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Daddy

Contributed by aika on Wednesday, 20th August 2003 @ 04:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Would you like me
to knit clothes
for our baby or your dolls?
one day asked me mom...
"Oh, of course for our baby,
when will it be born?"
"In several days I will go to hospital
and then bring home him or her."
I looked forward to have
my sis or bro and imagined
at last I will not be alone.
I was just 7 years old.
One morn, my mom was not at home
I waited
a day, two, a week
mom arrived, she was alone
our baby died, just after it was born
So many tears we all cried
and they told me that
no other baby will come
and I am forever an only child
I so hated loneliness, so why????

When I was ten
I came home and
something lil black and white
in my room shined
I got a dog - my first true friend
We had lovely times
but too short- just 3 years.
Then he suddenly was not here
they told me he was ill
he had to go...
and again I was alone

I was very unhappy
and they decidedto bring me
another dog-friend
I started her to train and compete
I loved her and she loved me
my coatch told
she loves me like I was her god
Wandering in the forests and parks
oh, how great times
twice she had lil puppies
then it came - her illness
and surgery and still the same
took me two months to understand
her life is in my hands
One day- I saw it in her eyes
I knew- it was her time
We walked there together
the last injection
the last heart-beat
the last look at me
and she gone...
I stayed with her several next minutes
after her life has finished
It hurt badly
I knew no other such there will be
but I was not completely alone
I had my boyfriend around

I never had good times in my family
mom and dad - still arguing
mom wanted to posses us, to affect
she never understood we were ourselves.
I started to have lovely times
with my dad - when I left their house
He was mybest friend
and I wished itwould never end
One morn my doctor told me
I am pregnant - I will have my own baby
the same day in the afternoon
another doctor told me, that soon
probably in three weeks
my dad will die from cancer.
Strange - one life is coming
the other is ending.....

Time ran fast, miracle - dad was healed
I hoped hewould for few years live..
My baby was born
and after 3 weeks we came home
Daddy was in the hospital
cancer came back for him,darn!
I wanted my daddy
to see my baby
he saw him twice
we made plans
what our lives will be like
when dad arrives
One day I went to visit
in hospital my daddy
and I saw what I did not want to see
his blue eyes were empty
and I knew the death was coming
The other day
at 7 am
dad´s sister called
"I am very sorry, your dad is gone".
These were the most difficult times
in my life- so much pain
bleeding heart but life is to be lived
I have to go on, cos one day
also I will be gone.....





Copyright © aika ... [ 2003-08-20 16:45:00]
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Re: Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Thursday, 21st August 2003 @ 08:08:48 AM AEST
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I'm so sorry Aika for all you terrible loses. Your little baby sister, and then your little companions in the form of dogs. How tragic you live has been....and yet you have gone on! That takes alot of courage and faith. I hope you are happy now Aika with your little family. Wouldn't it be nice if we could live in a world where we never ever had to say goodbye to anyone we loved!
Beautifully written poem. So sad.
I love you,
Connie


Re: Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by norm on Friday, 22nd August 2003 @ 10:37:18 PM AEST
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This poem story clutches the heart
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There's so much life wrapped up herein
That death has no effect wherein




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