D. A. D., M. I. A.
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The poem below was submitted by Diadeem,. This piece came to this writer one night when she was thinking about her father and about how they don’t spend time together because he and her mom are separated.
This is an issue so many face. In fact, according to the U.S. Census Bureau, 19.7 million children, more than 1 in 4, live without a father in the home. Capturing these emotions is hard for anyone so I want to thank Diadeem for sharing this with all who read it. |
When I think of you I think of lost birthdays.
Fun Saturdays.
And a family I'll never be a part of.
But sometimes on your birthday.
On Fathers Day.
On days I remember that you.
Are.
Alive.
I think of you again.
I send a message and await an answer expecting nothing but.
Loss.
Hatred.
New awakening to a part of me that I haven't remembered I had.
I go through a transformation.
Is that you dad?
Do u remember that I'm alive?
Can you hear me?
Then a simple reply.
A simple call.
A simple message.
Turns me into the happiest child alive.
For a second at most.
That feeling is not real.
For I mask my sadness with happy thoughts.
My pain with memories of when we spent time together.
Is that you dad?
Do you know that I'm living?
Can you hear me call your name in my thoughts and dreams?
Calling for a Father.
Aperson who listens to my problems never judging.
Coming to my aid in a moment of need.
A knight.
In shining armor.
My knight has left me.
His armor rusted.
His sword fighting only for the woman he married that is not related to me.
What have we become?
Is that you dad?
Do you still love me?
Fun Saturdays.
And a family I'll never be a part of.
But sometimes on your birthday.
On Fathers Day.
On days I remember that you.
Are.
Alive.
I think of you again.
I send a message and await an answer expecting nothing but.
Loss.
Hatred.
New awakening to a part of me that I haven't remembered I had.
I go through a transformation.
Is that you dad?
Do u remember that I'm alive?
Can you hear me?
Then a simple reply.
A simple call.
A simple message.
Turns me into the happiest child alive.
For a second at most.
That feeling is not real.
For I mask my sadness with happy thoughts.
My pain with memories of when we spent time together.
Is that you dad?
Do you know that I'm living?
Can you hear me call your name in my thoughts and dreams?
Calling for a Father.
Aperson who listens to my problems never judging.
Coming to my aid in a moment of need.
A knight.
In shining armor.
My knight has left me.
His armor rusted.
His sword fighting only for the woman he married that is not related to me.
What have we become?
Is that you dad?
Do you still love me?