Kelly Seale

Rookie (12-17-1958 / Norfolk, Va. USA)

'Hello Daddy, It's Me' - Poem by Kelly Seale

You were only 17.
The days multiplied like rabbits, and quickly burned into weeks, then months.
The months crawled into years, then became forever frozen in time-
And still no word from you.

I met a young girl on the street corner just the other day-
She reminded me, oh so much of you.
Her eyes were as brown and beautiful as an Indian summer sunset.
Harlequin flecks of gold, smiling at me.
Long lashes that God had blessed her, high cheek bones,
her hair hung down in long, beautiful, but tangled curls.
Written well into her face along with the freckles,
was the anger, frustration, and pain she felt-
Reading like lines from a poem.

Embarrassed, I started to turn and look away, but her eyes fell upon mine.
Then my tears of pity, gave 'way to shame.
'Look man, don't feel sorry for me, ' she said. 'I'm doin' alright, I'm where I want to be! '
I tried my best to smile, hiding my facade,
yet; she still seemed to know, that I'd been down that parental road before.
'I had enough of their bullshit rules, ' she said. 'I can do this on my own,
I'll show 'em that there all a bunch of fools! '
I smiled and nodded to her; not so much in agreement,
but to let her know that I understood.
Kids these days, are too much in a hurry to grow up.
They want to experience and taste life as much and as fast as they can.

So, I dug into my pocket, and handed her a wad of bills.
'Thanks, and oh, by the way, ' she said. 'You know, it wasn't all that bad,
I just had to get out on my own, and do things my way.'
As I turned to go, I turned back around to face her,
and dug back into my pocket full of woes.
I gave her a hand full of change, and told her to give them a call,
'To let them know that you're alright, and you'll call again someday.'
Then, I tenderly kissed her on her cheek, and turned to go away.
She called back to me, 'Hey! You know, I'll do it! I'll call them, ' she promised.
-Me, smiling, wiping my tears away.

Now, I'm sitting here, writing you this letter-
To send in the mail, to nowhere.
And as I take a sip of my black coffee-
The phone rings... inside my head.
I pick it up, and your voice sets my heart free.
And I still can't believe it, when you say it over again-
You say, 'Hello Daddy... It's me.'

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Every time I read this, I can't help not to well up in tears- We still don't talk.

Comments about 'Hello Daddy, It's Me' by Kelly Seale

  • Lady Keva (8/1/2013 11:27:00 PM)

    I love this poem....almost had me in tears lol-well written (Report)Reply

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  • Chyna Parker (12/13/2012 5:30:00 AM)

    beautiful... heartbreakingly so... ~Jade (Report)Reply

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  • Kelly Seale (8/19/2012 8:26:00 PM)

    Thank you Silentpoet Grl, I hold out for Hope, coupled with my love as Her father, that is all I have.

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  • (8/19/2012 3:41:00 AM)

    heartfelt, moving and very well written. wonderful poem. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 31, 2012

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