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Kalliope Sep 4
A constant reminder of the love we once shared,
That's no longer there
Personified in the form of a little person,
A little bit of me and a lot a bit of you,
I love watching her figure out what all she can do
Stubborn and curious ,
I wonder if she'll grow to be like you, always furious
So I shower her with love and affection and attention
And shield her from our past, the things we do not mention
You find fault in every role I take,
As a partner you ******, but as a dad I think you're great
A confusing place to be, to hate the man your daughter adores
But I push through and only cry behind closed doors
The greatest gift you gave me
Was our daughter for sure
But the permanent connection with you
I could've gone without
Kerry Jul 2019
So while its fresh
I choose to painfully address
Make you aware keep you abrest
Let me place your attention under arrest
My baby doesn't know me
I mean shes familiar
But to be clear
I could be heather locklear
For all she knows and cares
Her mind is confused as she locks her eyes and stare
But when she cries I am painfully aware
She doesnt know why I'm there
Why I drove 12 hours to console
And hold her
Her mind is working but its probably a blur
This is on me cause I came
Outside a prophylactic
All the way reckless didn't consider it a bit
To be completely honest
I thought we were blessed
And i didn't figure we be in this mess
Heavy D said we found love
But I shouldve wrapped and wore a glove
I mean im glad K is here
I'll hold our memories dear
But while we're making things clear
I choose not to smear
Cause its not a campaign
But I gotta ask whats your aim
You rather our daughter not know my name
You should be ashamed
Keeping up the tension and strife
Just so you can be her wife
Marry her I care less
From in love to detest
Yeah I guess i have few things to get off my chest
Anger to start
Please let me impart
Your little experiment has been off the chart
It's a big gamble
Cue the preamble
One day K is going to be
a lot to handle
If she's anything like me
A big personality to channel
I don't mean it in a bad way or to make harm
Just want you to be armed
I grew up without my dad
i was sad until I was mad
Maybe angry a tad
So when he showed up
Cue the tension
Let's play 20 questions
And I'll tell her my truth
But with two older brothers
she won't need to be a sleuth
Three dads can't be all wrong
Singing the same sad song
But her brothers will remember
And will volunteer she won't have to engeander
She won't beg or plead
They'll share what she needs to know
I tried to be there to watch her grow
But you refused
Under the guise of a fake attitude
Claiming I disrespected you and was rude
One son will deduce how he knew I was Ks father
And the other will tell her I was a great problem solver
And was sweet hardly a bother
They both will share that they could tell I cared
How lovingly I stared
The times we all shared
And how I was always there
So bide your time well
One day she break your spell
Give her hell
K give her hell
Lou Gato Jun 2019
When do I get some Peace?
when can I get some Love?
when do I get to Sleep?


Since infancy,
I just always looked at life differently,
Everything’s epiphanies,
wouldn't accept what they’d give to me,
I would always question,  
had to know the history,
If I couldnt get that,
it became a mystery,
Had to connect the dots,
Had to make it make sense to me,
Unanswered questions,
are like open files on desks to me,
the more I let pile up the less I get done efficiently,
Heavy in my thoughts I don’t need no competition please,
Everything I’ve ever wanted, I thought of, and it's come to be,
I’m going retire at 42 like it was meant for me,
I been saying that since 23 with the only difference being,
I believe it NOW MORE than ever in history.
just rambling....
Lou Gato Jun 2019
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Poppa was a rolling stone,
but you know Poppa never neglects home,
Poppa handled all his things,
and still made time for his guitar strings
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Poppa was a rolling stone,
but Poppa always came back home,
Poppa always did whats right,
and always tucked you in at night,

Poppa always stood for truth,
he would not have be no other way,
Poppa could have chosen to go,
instead your Poppa chose to stay

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Poppa was a rolling stone,
but you know Poppa never neglects home,
Poppa handled all his things,
and still made time for his guitar strings
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Poppa was a rolling stone,
but Poppa couldn't come back home,
Poppa tried to do whats right,
sometimes he couldn't tuck you in at night,

Poppa tried to stand for truth,
but as a man, Poppa made mistakes,
Poppa didn't want to go,
but Poppa could not longer stay...

Poppa was a rolling stone......
this is actually a song I wrote, and recorded for myself privately, I struggled with many different emotions during initial separation, but my main focus was to be the best father I could be while being limited to how much I could see them. hard for a real father to move forward from something like this without it taking some toll on you. it made me question myself as a parent.

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