CRYSTAL B. SMITH
My Father - Poem by CRYSTAL B. SMITH
Once I did not know him
A little girl wanted nothing more but to be beside him
He kept saying 'he would be there' but did not show
A teenager hated her father, for he wasn't there and she didn't want him there.
Filled with anger and pain that was from her father.
A young woman now over all the childish games wants to have a relationship with her father.
They converse and he says he is sorry, they set up plans to spend time together.
But one day he has a heart attack and stolen away too early
The girl crys and calls out for her father but he doesn't hear her.
The girl will remember her father not for what he did, but for the memories of him.
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