A Man They Call My Dad Poem by Sarah Selinger
A Man They Call My Dad
all those times i cryed for you, never came out of all the activitives ive done, never showed at one
All of the awards ive recieved i never heard you clap you never were there
all the times i fell and scratched my knee you werent there to comfort me all those times i was bored and wanted to call you, still not there not there at all i always tried to make you proud hoping you would love me more, but you never seemed to care so why did i try.
you werent there for any of my first, might not be there for any of my last, its like your not here for my presant i try to move on but noone knows how hard it is to have a father love his other kids more but i hold my head held high to keep things from looking so bad but deep down i still wish i had love from my dad.
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4/24/2024 8:27:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This sad and heart touching write just made me cry! Uncontrollable tears rolling down my face like a river heading toward the Ocean! I am now speechless and unmoved just reading this amazing and courageous write! It reminds me of my dear daughter Sarah who is 21 now and living in Israel! I love her so much like I would love you if you were my own daughter! Sarah, keep your head strong and keep going that only Time will tell! 10+++ God Bless You for always! Love and Peace! Don't forget that you will always find a father figure in me, here in New York City! ...