My Father Poem by Sylvia Dise
My Father
I hugged my father for the first time in 18 years.
All I wanted to do was shed tears.
My emotions for my father run wild,
Wished he was there when I was a child.
He had one bad day
So they said he couldn't stay.
He drank a lot of alcohol that set him in a fit,
All he wanted to do was hit.
He used to smoke crack,
They said he was whack.
He didn't know how to act,
So he said he'll be back.
He was very mean,
but now he's clean.
He can't read or write,
But to me he's still out of sight.
so much deep love for fathe. i wrote keeping daughter's view inmind1) papa do youknow& papa you too along with O. mother.I shall appriciate if u read it and not comment. it is nofor for commentbut i read ur poem andfelt like telling u.......rating10.
Sad, but blood is thicker, than water! And what you have written, no matter what, you still, are, his daughter!
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5/2/2024 5:59:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a very touching piece of work you have written here. Thank you for sharing your wonderful thoughts with. People can change over time. May peace and joy fill your heart each and every day. Scott