☎..

Oh my heart, oh my heart..
as single mother..this made
me wander to and fro. On
the tiny speck side of things
.I guess..

This is beautiful yet it clutches
down.


-Howlings

Hullo  
 
for the record, when she was born I was in no position to be a father. Her mother lived a fair distance (three hour coach ride)  and, well she wasn't very ...I dunno ..loyal  
 
so there's always been a huge doubt  
 
I'm sorry if the words caused any pain  
 
and thank you for your presence and thoughts  
 
much appreciated  
 

No worries my dearest one.. .  
 
It's just that, your piece just  
made me think for a moment  
in the "What If" realm.. like  
what if he does think about  
our children.. our son and two  
daughters  
 
But I know likely not and those  
years were merely fatal for me.  
so there was no choice given  
once I left.  
 
And you are always welcomed  
hun. Thank you for posting.

ahh, ok fair enough. no harm no foul n all that jazz :)

you should know the What if highway mostly leads to Insaneville  ...stay off the highway !

I echo what howlingwhelms said, for my own personal reasons I felt this one deeply too.
Powerful ink, craic. Thanks for the read.

Miki

to be perfectly honest I was dubious about posting it for a couple of reasons.  ..but it's part of me

you're very welcome, Missus

and thanks for dropping by, leaving your thoughts  and for your continued support

Great read I've always wondered about the feelings or if the child in question is ever thought of on any level when the father isn't around .personal experience

Amari

thanks. I can only speak for myself, and  my experience  involves many thoughts,  especially when someone says "ahh sure you're a great father"  ..it's something which sits constantly on my guts

I'm sorry for your experience, fact is I am no better


it's good to see you here, Lady and thank you for your visit and leaving your thoughts

heart-rending confessional....well wrought, leprechaun

Danny

something which had to be said, a competition have me the oppertunity

Happy to have had your presence and eyes here, thanks much

O...Mo Chara.....a poignant piece, to be sure....

The first three stanzas are soo touching and tender,that tears traced pathways down my cheeks......such an, honest, creative confession---straight from your heart!

This one left its mark in my soul.....Thank you for sharing!!

(Perhaps, one day, when, and if the time is right, she will have an opportunity to get to know the truly special person that you are.......)

good day to you, Enchanted one

I must opologise for the tears. something I didn't think of was the potential for sadness among poets who were on the other side of things

that said, I'm always happy to have left a mark on a soul

thank you heaps for dropping in and leaving your footprint

A section of your life encapsulated in a few stanzas invoking such raw emotion ...
No need to peel back the layers of the onion here craic as the truth of your feelings hits me in the face ...
I love the simplicity of your words and the structure of the poem ...
If I was her, I'd appreciate receiving this poem when the time is right ...

kate, Hullo, good to see you back

cheers,  I wrote this for a comp. Prompt was "something you've never done, why, and what do you plan to do about it"  this poem was the first thoughts thoughts I had

 I'm happy the truth reads unlayerd, and thank you for seeing it

also for dropping by and leaving your thoughts

Wow, this is one way to expose yourself in a way that invites judgmental perceptions. (Something I would never do) xoxo
I do like the size of your balls, Craic! I was a single parent for years by circumstances beyond both of our control. (He passed when my son was 2). But I also know that often times, single moms make it problematic to have a relationship with their children because of the baggage, hate and other toxic issues that makes it difficult to co-parent. This small nugget of emotions leaves so much more to sip tea over. (Your comments have shed some light on this situation and it’s truly unfortunate.) I’d wondered if you missed those little things you’ve beautifully mentioned poetically, then I thought, you can’t miss what you’ve never had, then again… deep down inside, maybe….just maybe. xoxo

Rain, hullo

I could have put an extra twenty stanzas to explain myself, but I figured the bare bones of it will do. if people want to judge, that's fine :)

I'm not sending you any more pics of my balls ...I know they're big but c'monn ...supposed to be private  ...that said, your vagina is to die for

best answer is : I regret not following up the phonecall, and I think of her at different times. wonder what she looks like, what her voice sounds like etc. I'm 100% sure she had a lucky escape

that said, she could be at home with her parents right now. I dunno

anyhow, many bunches of thanks for dropping by this poetry and leaving your thinkings

" I regret not following up the phonecall, and I think of her at different times. wonder what she looks like, what her voice sounds like etc."<--- the wondering does linger a little longer on certain days, I'm sure....  #sigh  
 
"I'm not sending you any more pics of my balls ...I know they're big but c'monn ...supposed to be private  ...that said, your vagina is to die for"<--  green apple ciroc just shot through my nose. lmbo... Hilarious!!!

Much a do about do or doubt - dissonance felt

cheers, Whale

mission accomplished

thanks for drop-by and thoughts

It's nice to read something from the other side of the equation. Just because someone isn't in our lives doesn't mean we don't think about them. This side of the story, for parents that don't get to be a part of their child's lives, for whatever reason, is often left out. There is no such thing as a one sided story, when there is more than one person at the scene.

Indie  
 
Hullo,  Lady. I believe you are right and I would go further and say every occasion worth writing about has at least two sides.  I think the challenge is to stay humble and open minded  ...I say challenge  ..which could be spelled 'impossibility' sometimes  :)  
 
happy to see you around these parts, Indie. thank you most kindly

This is honest and real. Thank you for sharing.

as are you, lady

and thank you for dropping by  to leave your thoughts

Is the "maybey" deliberate, because if it is it's really corny, dude. Otherwise, I really enjoyed this poem. It's sweet and melancholic and reflective in a deep, intelligent way. It's crisp and subtle, probably the subtlest poem by you that I've read in a while, though I'd give it a proper title. Thank you for the read.

cheers, good fellow.  if it's any consolation I'd Morgan Freeman doing the spoken in my head so it sounded far less corny, I've earmarked the corn for deletion

I like subtle, I suppose in a way it had to be. I mean one couldn't tattoo it to a fresh Ray and slap the reader in the face with it, not like with other subjects, there's not the same scope. ...maybe some day

ahh, title. you are of course right and I hope to come up with something in the near future

I must thank you for your visit and thoughts, Sibyl

much appreciated

This one hit home, although not for the exact same reasons as you maybe. Short, to the point, well written. :)

thank you heaps. it's one of the most personal  poems I have written, so I am glad it turned out ok

and  thank you for dropping by and laying your thoughts down

So simple, so much depth. One could handle this piece and marvel at every perspective side, every one bringing another emotion to light. I admire your bravery in sharing such inner workings and appreciate that some people are allowed to see this part that is often left unsaid and unthought of. I had a relationship with my father only because I willed it. I watched the pain of both sides as my brothers did not have the benefit of the same and he hadn't the courage to change that. Different reasons, but there is always a reason. On the other side there is wondering and anger and wishing. For my experience, I fought for it until they finally met. Twice before he passed. They are still angry, but grateful for the moments that finally gave him the name of "father" on their lips and more at peace than they would have been, because for all they knew he never thought much of them. We tend to need connection and knowledge of where we came from. We are strange creatures.
This picture portrayed is beautiful and sad (with just a tinge of angering). It needs to be given words. Thank you for sharing this.

Starling, Hullo and welcome back

thank you for sharing your story, and fair play for putting your foot down as it were and knocking heads together. shows enormous inner strength.

I get what you're saying though and thank you many bunches for dropping by and laying bare your heart and mind

much appreciated

sometimes life is like a dry bowl of cereal that tastes like crap...not much you can do but eat it or starve...I hope someday you let her know that you have always cared...it would be a shame not to

cheers, man

I thought by getting this into paper / screen it would help. thought it would supply some relief in terms of thinkings. but it hasn't. I think the only thing to do is man up and find out for sure, so I'm going to take steps to that


thank you heaps for dropping in and leaving your thoughts. much appreciated  

find a way that she will read this...or write your feelings out without too much explaining that always kills it...& find a way she will read it...that would be a good start

Thanks, that would be an intelligent start right enough. I'll see what I can do

A lovely piece which said just as much in between the lines as was written. I do enjoy the ones that probe at your brain during and after it has been read.

Hullo and welcome

happy to have been a brain probe, and I'll thank you not to be reading between my lines!

also, thanks for dropping by and leaving your thoughts

Sam, Hullo and welcome to this place.

ahh, I get lucky sometimes. happy to be winning in books though :)

thanks for dropping by this neck of the woods and leaving your thoughts

a lucky fellow to have gotten the call
The ball is in his court
Starting at Love

cheers man

very clever, and very apt

thanks for dropping by and leaving your thoughts

The words have all the emotions of a great piece,
Very stirring write...

Hullo

thanks heaps and bunches for your thoughts, Lady

Reminds me of my father...
He came to see me once when I was 16...before he died from cancer.

Hullo

not the greatest of memories, in fairness. sorry for your loss

thank you, your thoughts are much appreciated