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Daddy, I'm Letting Go
Contributed by
Breezer08
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Saturday, 29th November 2003 @ 02:45:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Why did he have to go?
I guess it was his time.
I really don't know.
I guess he was just next in line.
I wish I had gotten to know him
He sounded like a great guy
After he left, my life did sort of dim
About that I can't lie.
I was only two when he passed.
So I really don't remember
But my love for him will always last
Like a long winter night in December.
When I awake each morning
The rays of his smile shine down on me.
It's sort of like a warning
Saying my day is gonna be like a fantasy.
I never really learned how to let go of my dad
Until the other day.
Because letting go is so very sad
But I'm torturing him by making him stay.
I said "Daddy, this is hard for me
I have to let you know.
Please Daddy, forgive me,
But I have to let you go."
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Re: Daddy, I'm Letting Go
(User Rating: 1 ) by Broken-glass on
Saturday, 29th November 2003 @ 03:17:20 PM AEST (User
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That is really sad. You are strong to write this in words: doesnt it help?
kudos, broken-glass
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Re: Daddy, I'm Letting Go
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kie on
Saturday, 29th November 2003 @ 04:31:27 PM AEST (User
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This poem was just beautiful. You should feel proud of what you wrote, you did an excellent job.
Thank you for sharing this...
Kie |
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Re: Daddy, I'm Letting Go
(User Rating: 1 ) by outlaw_mutiny on
Saturday, 31st December 2005 @ 01:13:32 AM AEST (User
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good write and i can relate
we have something in common
that only we know about and can
relate to so we should be friends |
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