A poem about a father and his daughters told from the perspective of each. |
oldest daughter’s thoughts: difficult to speak, choke on words, cannot look at you, tears come again. forgotten anger— only coursed unnoticed— rages like an inferno. tears stream, thought I’d cried them all, tears help none, release is incomplete, does not heal. scared for you, not the same man, you’ve given up, you’ve lost it all. destroyed yourself. nothing left, just the shell of a man, fading fast, scared you won’t last. i pity you you are him no longer that inner strength is vanishing do you remember a fair day in the park toy rockets soaring three little girls cavorting we were family then I miss those days can we go back to that? is it too late? even now? middle daughter’s thoughts: daddy’s little girl from the start, daddy’s girl forever more, but can’t look at you now want to break down and cry it's how you live, how you look, its heartbreaking how did it happen? and why? where are your dreams? where are your desires? i wish you could find them i know they’re there still just buried deep things don’t work out you know that best of all i learned this from you when they don’t, we do what we don’t want to just to live just to survive i see you, you’ve given up i’ve lost you I never see you never talk to you but your still there I fear: i’ll forever lose you soon. this fear of mine hurts don’t you see the pain? shared by sisters three? we don’t show it but inside we cry rivers you’re not him the dad of our youth and we miss him want him back we lost something joy of childhood we were mad, angry, upset we didn’t understand we still don’t perhaps you didn’t either you were angry first and now slowly giving up on life to watch you fall it kills me i wish I could help, but that’s your job to be strong for us youngest daughter’s thoughts: daddy’s little princess, i stand up for you they talk about you their anger with you i don’t understand why tell them so don’t see you often enough no one lets me they say it's your fault i don’t believe it what they say you do you’d never do around me i’m your princess you’re different now sick and thin no real home to live in not the strong man i grew up with wish for more calls to see you more short trips are not enough fleeting hours the fathers view: out of the blue lost a wife, an inferno of anger took over me raged against her, left her with little. i spent time with my girls, teaching them to ride quads, shoot pool. years went by, slowly they slip away poor choices, and I lose the house. see them now and then is that pity, is it hate, what is it i see in their eyes? |