Sally Nesmith

That Man

I've grown a lot these past few years...
but not expecting much
no hug
no talks
no sympathy
never a 'daddy's touch'

you let me go years ago
because of your selfish ways
only about you
never me
but my resentment stays

to call yourself my father
would be an overkill
maybe a donor
a knock up
or just a space to fill.....

Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 10, 2008

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Comments about That Man by Sally Nesmith

  • blue 802 (7/10/2008 1:00:00 AM)

    So sad that it has to be that way, wellwritten 10/10

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  • Frank Cannon (7/10/2008 12:56:00 AM)

    Says it all...... with constrained beauty.

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