Daddy Issues
poem by:
Rosala Walls
Written
on Jan 28, 2017
“Hey, Daddy, it’s your little girl, the one you never knew. The one you never kissed good night, or read a book to. I’d like to say that you were missed, But I didn’t know that you existed. I never got a chance to miss you. Let alone to hug or kiss you. To me, you’re just a man. I hope you understand, If I don’t ever waste a box of tissues, Crying over all my ‘daddy issues.’ I never had you, Dad, So, don’t feel bad, If I don’t ever waste a box of tissues, Crying over all my ‘daddy issues.’ Maybe one day we’ll meet and have that beer! We can joke and have a laugh, but let me be clear, I won’t ever waste a single box of tissues, I won’t ever give a crap for my ‘daddy issues.’ You see, as far as I’m concerned. My love’s something you haven’t earned. You might say you got off a little too light. I’d have to agree and say that sounds right. The problem is I can’t be mad, You never asked to be my dad, But you could have, once you knew about me. You could have said you couldn’t live without me. But you never said you wanted to be, A dad or anything like that to me. So, I will call you Mr. Alton, Like when you were my mom’s teacher. Like you never took the vows with her In front of the preacher. She was just a little girl like me, and you were thirty-two. She was just a baby-sitter, and she was so in love with you. It took you by surprise when she offered herself on a platter. You were someone else’s husband, but I guess that simply didn’t matter. I can’t decide if I’m pissed off, because you simply didn’t know me. How could I expect for you to love me, or to show me, The time of day, or maybe just acknowledge I exist? You know, I’ve just decided, Yeah, I think I’m really pissed! So, I won’t ever waste a single box of tissues, I won’t ever give a crap for my ‘daddy issues.’ Here I am, come find me if you ever give a damn. I’m a mess, but maybe you will accept me as I am. I guess we’ll see!â€
Tags: sad, love, anger,
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Cecilia Crasto commented:
A sad and beautiful poem Rosala, you've expressed your feelings in this poem, but if things don't work out the way you want them to, it might be better to move on and live a good life.
Nicho Mose
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If nothing else...try to forgive. It's the 🔑 key to your own healing...
Frank Hornby .
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Rosala....I can relate to almost every part of your sad poem...having never seen my own dad who disappeared on discovering mum was expecting.....I only ever thought about him when I reached my teens.......only recently tracing him to New Zealand , then learning he died over 30yrs ago!.....never mind it was his loss......like Cecilia says (above)....try to live happy, and move on...I've written many poems about him try reading my poem.."Questions,"..."Love me ..dad," ...and "Wishful thinking"....to name a few....it really does help you feel better......Poetry really is a healer.....good luck Rosala.......really good poem....I hope to read more of your work....✌ï¸..
