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A father's love
A father’s love was mine for a time,
But later his heart would roam.
Desires for more than a family’s love
Took him far away from home.
I thought he was my love for life,
Curled fingers inside his hand.
But life would lead me to other men,
Where I surrendered my treasured lands.
I long to go back to that innocent time,
But it will never be so again.
I will follow desires. I’m still my father’s girl.
The lusts of our flesh always wins.
But later his heart would roam.
Desires for more than a family’s love
Took him far away from home.
I thought he was my love for life,
Curled fingers inside his hand.
But life would lead me to other men,
Where I surrendered my treasured lands.
I long to go back to that innocent time,
But it will never be so again.
I will follow desires. I’m still my father’s girl.
The lusts of our flesh always wins.
Published 21st Feb 2022
Author's Note
Another painful poem by my daughter as she navigates her eighteenth year. I worry about her choices, but they're not that different from my own or her father's. The photo is an edit from her with her father when he was in her life.
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21st Feb 2022 12:21pm
22nd Feb 2022 1:26pm
Your daughter's poem is beautiful and brave. Reading this helped me write something from my experience with a lady who longed for her father. Your daughter seems to have a healthy outlook but life, at best, is scary.
1st Mar 2022 9:10am
Shows that a parent who strays does not set the best example to their children. Sad read.
13th Mar 2022 11:53am
So true. She's strong in spite of those examples provided by her father and me. I just hope her mistakes are small and that she learns from them like I often failed to do.
31st Aug 2022 00:00am
The sad thing is fathers the world over don't seem to realise or even care about the hurt they leave their children with.
It's an emptiness that lingers.
Although the years may pass these hurts continue to gnaw for those who still see them as something to ignore.
It's an emptiness that lingers.
Although the years may pass these hurts continue to gnaw for those who still see them as something to ignore.
