Heartache Poem by Baby Blue

Heartache

Rating: 5.0


ive sat here for years
wondering if you have ever
really loved me.
maybe you don't because im too
much like my mother.
maybe its because she broke your heart.
well, im sorry that i look, and act like her.
the truth is, that she is great, something that you
completely missed, and never saw. she raised me
and her manners and thoughts have been delicately
placed within everything that i am.

she once told me that you picked my brother
over me, that...shall i say it....you 'get along better with him.'
how dare you! ! ! im part of your flesh, your blood is in me! ! !
you talk to me about heartache, and relationship problems,
something that your own daughter does not need nor want to know.
id have to say, that the only thing that you have positively done
in this world, is given life to me and my brother, all the rest is worthless.

you dumped us by the side of the road, left
us stranded in a puddle, and never looked back.
But that was your loss. Mom found the man of her dreams;
my daddy, that is interfolded in my thoughts, beliefs, and convictions.
he raised me to be the woman that you see,
he is there for me, he listens to the words that i have to say,
he has that broad shoulder to catch all of the tears that i have cried.
I am his child, theres no element of 'step' involved-he's my daddy!

im sorry that you have to hear this, and that i even have to say it
but, your not my father, you didn't raise me.
you have even lied to me, and multiple times at that! !
but, all that aside...i forgive you, and i still do love you,
despite all the tears and hurt you have caused.

written 1-27-08

for father (biological father who is not the man that raised me)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Blue Eyes 21 September 2008

an interesting captivating title and the rest is even better great job really well done

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Greenwolfe 1962 27 January 2008

Well Baby Blue: After reading your poem , that's just where you put me. I hate to read of such things as this. I always wanted to have a little girl to love, but I have never had any children. Yet this man has you and look at what happens. Thank God you found someone who loves you like I would have my little girl. As those who know me will tell you, I don't really consider this poetry but I consider it prose. But it's good prose, and that's what counts. Very moving , and very satisfying at the end. Hope , should be the last word ever written in all things . Greenwolfe 1962

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