Father Poems, Poetry

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Why did you have to go
Its just not the same when your not around
I would start to cry when your name comes to mind
It’s hard for me to think, breathe, or even talk
just knowing you’re not there when I’m awake
it takes sometime to heal
but, i will never forget all those times that we spent
not one memory goes by that i wish we could spend once more
we always played by our rules
and didn’t care who tried to take us down
it was impossible to break our bond
but, then it happened
and you were gone!
LOVE YOU DADDY
11-17-63 to 05-01-00

This poem was written/submitted by Jaclyn Benko.

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Never had my pops, he was never around.
He was always on the road, always out of town.
But when he did come through he was acting crazy.
Mama said he was a fool getting caught up with the ladies.
He’d might stop by and throw me a dollar or something.
It wasn’t really much but it was better than nothing.
When he was gone I was supposed to be the man of the house.
Ready to take on anybody but was scared of a mouse.

He used to make fun of me, said it was going to make me tough.
I did a lot of things for him but it was never enough.
All the kids my class said they were going to be like their fathers.
But not me, I never had one, because mind didn’t bother.
He once said he was going to take me fishing.
And when that day came up he went missing.
On my birthday I waited up for him all night.
Mama said go to bed because he was getting high as a kite.

He did a lot of bad things but I can’t ask him to be something he’s not.
Because that’s my dad and it’s the only one I got.

This poem was written/submitted by Sharod Blake.

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You always know how to make me smile
Especially when I haven’t seen you in a while
We always seem to be on the same page
even though we are far apart in age

This poem was written/submitted by Denise Lynn.

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The stars, high up in the sky,
Form a name I can’t deny.
This person was a part of me,
And was from my close family.

Many mistakes he had done,
Afterwards, thinking he won,
He lost everything he had
And couldn’t pretend being sad.

Going away, leaving things down:
As a king throwing his crown
Which was the jewel of his life…
Leaving behind him only strife.

Now all I can do is sigh
Because vengeance I cannot try.
My memories, wild as the sea,
Closed up. They can never be free…

You can I never, ever forget,
From my first breath we met.
How can you do this to me, to us?
So… Is it true… Life is but a fuss?

This poem was written/submitted by Mervet.

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