Dad Poem by Chanja Cassini de Thury

Tears stream down
In an eternal river
My nose sniffles
My backbones gone a-quiver
I have so many emotions
Diluted until now
And Ive tried many a potion
But yet my heart still aches
These are the words of a daughter scorned and pained
She can only wonder now
Why you left her in the rain
Her world all grey,
you couldve remained
She doesnt know, whether she feels frustrated or sad
Joyous, or excited
That she does have a dad
Well maybe just a bit delighted
Now shes fully astounded
That her daddy might her come again
All her nights spent alone
Longing for a father
Were filled with writing poems
Of a never closing void within her
She wrote stories, and essays on him
School work and such
But writing only caused more hurt
Late nights, and vivid mornings
The thought of dreams reoccuring
She sat up wondering
When he was coming home
The children all laughed because
She told them she had no father
She was all but complete
But now she has something to think of before she goes to sleep
The idea, that its more than just a mother
The poor ole girl,
Now has a father
: '(
But as she thinks of the questions asked about him
And how she anticipated meeting him so
She dare not get high hopes again
Maybe the way to have him, is by keeping her sanity...and letting him go.....


OH, I DONT KNOW