She remembers the day you left
You left her heartbroken and distressed
She saw that all your things were gone
She thought she did something wrong
Nine years old and in fourth grade
She ran outside and cried by the gate
Hoping maybe, you'd come back
So she could help you unpack
Hours, days, months, and years went by
And still today, she doesn't know why
You come around every once in awhile
But she hasn't forgotten when she was a child
You chose the path that was best for you
Selfish and careless, Thank-you
Mom was my dad
And I don't mean to brag
But she did a splendid job at that
I'd give her the best dad plaque
You missed out on me getting my license and all the sport games
And you can't forget about all those ballets
I always invited you
But you always had to 'work late to make due'
You haven't truly been there for me, not once
You try to apologize, but I just ignore it and keep my response
Some people can understand
What it was like to hardly hold your daddy's hand
If I could tell you one thing, I'd tell you this
In my eyes, you hardly ever exist
you did though, make me who I am today
More strong then yesterday
Maybe one day our paths will intertwine
And you'd have to understand, that I might decline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very touchy poem. Marriage is an institution which is for keeps. Few realize what havoc a break up can wreck on the stakeholders. 'Maybe one day our paths will intertwine And you'd have to understand, that I might decline' - Pathetic!