My Daddy

My Daddy

My daddy left when I was four;
tears wet his cheeks as he shut the door.
He drove for miles , nowhere to go,
miles of cold and dirty snow.

Daddy wanted to see us grow;
yet empty years passed with nothing to show,
for the children they'd conceived.
Empty years, lonely nights; one big broken dream.

I grew up without knowing my dad;
never realizing the depth of love he had.
Seldom worrying about him, my life was my own;
much love and affection to my mama was shown.

High school has come and gone
those days have passed me by.
In our lives, he couldn't share;
I was taught to believe he didn't care.

Now grown up and on my own,
I finally know my dad.
He knows my fears, he soothes my pain,
he shares in joys I have.

Daddy loved us children so;
but, still he had to go,
his punishment was to lose us too,
the pain of loss is all he knew.

All the things that I have missed,tear me apart inside.
I wanted a family, oh so bad.
One set of parents, a happy home;
this I never had.


daisygirl77 reflections-rzm
(written in 1979 for my Daddy/
revised in 2016)