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MY DADDY
Sometimes I wonder, is he thinking of me right now?
I wake up saying his name, daddy, where’s daddy?
When will I go bye bye daddy?
Where is my dad? Where could he be?
Sometimes, I feel like he's hiding from me.
When will he pop out and surprise me again?
The excitement I feel when daddy pulls up to pick me up again!
Some days I wake up to mommy and sometimes daddy
Sometimes, I wonder what's going through DADDY’s head.
Does he love me? Does he care? Why isn’t he ALWAYS here?
I hear he left us, I hear all different stories. “MY DADDY, I SAY!”
What shall I believe?
There's a part of me that loves him and a part of me that cares,
This is what I know! He’s MY DADDY, I love him.
When he picks me up he tells me, “I love you” my heart tickles “THAT’S MY DADDY”.
Is he happy? Or is he sad?
When he looks at me I see how his face lights up with happiness,
But, the pains in his eyes, DADDY are you sad?
I feel the atmosphere shift when I’m with MY DADDY I see a pile of worries and argument between Mommy and Daddy fade into Gods hands.
I sit in my car seat smiling and ask DADDY are you sad?
He just stares at me and smiles, no son not anymore.
With so many "events" like
With so many "events" like this in today's world and my heart goes out to each and every parent that is denied the 24/7 time with their children. Growing up my Daddy was always with us even tho he was in the military and we were with family miles away...it was different. Our aunt kept every note, every letter, card and such for us and those, along with his 2 visits a year meant the world to us later in life because we knew no matter where he was, how far away he was he always loved us. Never let the chance pass to let your children know you love them, keep copies of the lovely poems you write to them and for them. I pray God watches over you and your son.
Susan Bressman
Thank you
@Lovethatred, Thank for taking the time to read my poem and thank you for sharing your life with me. It touched me alot and it crazy how this poem is your eyes and thought speaking to your father. Thank you very much for your comment I really appricate it.
Sgt. James C Amaro
Having been throught the
Having been throught the worst of how this situation is (was) handled by the courts, I can only say--hang tough. Everything happens for a good reason somewhere. You just don't know what that good reason is right now. Kids are tougher than you think. Just keep making yourself available no matter what. And when you need help, reach for it! It will make the difference you need at the right time for him!
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you very much
Thank you for sharing that with me and trust me I will be keeping up with making myself available no matter what for my son. My son always kicks and screams when I leave him with his mother he always says "Bye Bye Daddy" he always wants to go to my house and hates going in her car, Which breaks my heart everytime, But im always there when she needs me dispite how she treats me my son isnt going to suffer for her treating me like crap. I never repay her with how she treats me. I always treat her with kindness which my wife hates becasue she treat me like crap and expects me to always bail her out of every situation, but when It comes to my son I heart breaks. THank you again for sharing with me and commenting.
Sgt. James C Amaro
I know... I remember too well
I know... I remember too well those days. Be strong. You ARE strong if you have gottn this far. Many do not make it and turn to societal ills to forget the pain....and I know the pain too well. Just take it one day at a time.
Blessings
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you very much
Thank you for those words, I fight everyday to maintain my cool and never change for the worst. Thank you
Sgt. James C Amaro
My daddy left us when I was
My daddy left us when I was 3. Though I knew him throuhout his life, we were ultimately robbed of a real relationship. Rather, we robbed each other. Keep letting him know you love him no matter what... It's hard for a young one. They just don't understand. Peace...
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Thank you....
Thank you for sharing that with me and I appriciate you taking the time to comment. I am sorry to hear that, I really wouldnt be able to live a happy life If I were to do that. My childs mother always says to me stop paying child support and to disappear from my son life. and ive told her shes crazy and how can she do that to our son. I would never leave my son, but your a strong person thank you...
Sgt. James C Amaro