When you walked out our door
I dropped to the floor
Why couldn't you stay
I asked myself that day
I was lost in the sadness
I wondered how we'd get through this
When you left my brothers and I
I felt like I would die
You were my rock
I clung to you so fear would stop
But when you took your bags that day
You took half of my heart away.
Now I only see you once every couple of months
It's hard to believe I saw you every day once
It's funny how the smallest things linger
Like the way you point a finger
Like how you'd sing to me in the morning
Or what you found boring
Dad I miss you in every way
and I think about you every day.
A sad poem :) but it was nice. It's funny how the little things count when they're not there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is a really soulful poem. You are one of those rare people who actually put their very soul into what they write. I hope to hear much more of you! Great work Kira