Fatherless Child Poem by Tasha Miller

Fatherless Child

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A fatherless child was born one day.
She never asked for this life,
but it’s hers, anyway.

As she lay in her crib
at the hospital ward,
the other fathers come,
the other babies are adored.

She has no last name,
her birth certificate, incomplete.
There won’t be a proud Daddy
counting the toes on her feet.

That first day of school,
she knew something was wrong.
All the other kids brought a man
named “Daddy” along.

She had heard that word,
but what did it mean?
She didn’t have one of those,
at least not that she had seen.

She asked many questions
over the next few years,
but there were no answers,
just a set of deaf ears.

As she grew up,
the dream formed in her mind.
One day she’d get answers
and her lost Daddy, she would find.

She laid in bed every night,
giving him a face.
She rehearsed every moment,
every word, just in case.

She imagined a happy meeting,
a day full of hugs and tears.
The vision became perfect,
polished over the years.

She couldn’t believe it,
when the day actually came.
She finally had a story
and most of all, a name.

They wouldn’t let her search
until she was on her own.
She knew this was something
she had to do all alone.

She made many cold calls,
the answer was always the same.
Then she found someone
that knew that name.

The woman said,
“That is my son”.
The girl knew it was over,
her journey was done.

She learned all she could
in that one call.
As she hung up, she realized,
‘that was my grandma’!

She had what she needed,
the time was here.
She dialed his number,
the phone trembled next to her ear.

When she heard his voice,
she felt her heart flop.
Everything was still.
Time seemed to stop.

She told him the story
and the part that he played,
how she was his daughter,
the one he had made.

She heard him speaking
and the words that he said.
But this wasn’t in her dream,
it was a nightmare, instead.

He said he didn’t want a daughter,
her dream would never be.
She was only a weed
growing under his family tree.

Now, what would she dream about?
This was the only dream she had.
All she ever wanted was
to be a daughter to a Dad.

Marilyn Lott 31 May 2007

I have tears in my eys, Tasha. What a sad and beautiful poem. My grand daughter has been trying to see her dad and just learned he moved out of state. A lot of sad lives like that, you are not alone if this is indeed your story. What a wonderful writer you are - keep it up! God Bless, Marilyn

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Sam Gg 25 June 2006

Tasha u make me just crying few people how can feel that u r so great coz yr sensation was so deep thanx Tasha

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Tosya G 16 December 2005

WOW Tasha thats just something that had to be painful I couldnt imagine yeah i grew up without my mother but i never really hadd those feelings well keep on writing you have a great talent! ! ! Sincerley Tosya

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Ernestine Northover 04 November 2005

That is an extremely sad poem Tasha, sometimes it's best to leave well alone. Nice read. Sincerely Ernestine

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Tasha Miller

Tasha Miller

Weatherford, Oklahoma
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