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Five years young When you left the first time Seven years young When you came back but not for long Thirteen years young When you broke my heart But it was just the beginning Sixteen years young A book for my birthday a thriller I hate thrillers But how should you know Eighteen years young A card for my birthday Just one request A picture of me So you can see your daughter's face Twentyone years young One Call Twentyone years young You died Twentyone years young I buried you Twentyone years young Just one request A picture of you Twentyone years young Time stopped Twentyone years young You were young and so am I Why did you die Why didn't I Twentyone years young Where should I put them all these words all these feelings meant for you Twentytwo years young nothing matters Twentytwo years young Auntie died I bring both of you flowers Twentythree years young Uncle died I bring all three of you flowers Twentyfour years young grandma died I bring all of you flowers Twentyfive years old not young anymore I didn't bring flowers only anger Twentyfive years old I scream I cry But it doesn't change You are dead And so are they And now I am here still alone more words more feelings and nowhere to put them so next take me I can't bury anyone else I miss you, Dad Sincerely, Your daughter.
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Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC
Hey Dad
Five years young When you left the first time Seven years young When you came back but not for long Thirteen years young When you broke my heart But it was just the beginning Sixteen years young A book for my birthday a thriller I hate thrillers But how should you know Eighteen years young A card for my birthday Just one request A picture of me So you can see your daughter's face Twentyone years young One Call Twentyone years young You died Twentyone years young I buried you Twentyone years young Just one request A picture of you Twentyone years young Time stopped Twentyone years young You were young and so am I Why did you die Why didn't I Twentyone years young Where should I put them all these words all these feelings meant for you Twentytwo years young nothing matters Twentytwo years young Auntie died I bring both of you flowers Twentythree years young Uncle died I bring all three of you flowers Twentyfour years young grandma died I bring all of you flowers Twentyfive years old not young anymore I didn't bring flowers only anger Twentyfive years old I scream I cry But it doesn't change You are dead And so are they And now I am here still alone more words more feelings and nowhere to put them so next take me I can't bury anyone else I miss you, Dad Sincerely, Your daughter.
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Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC
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