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alex Jun 27
Once he’d adored her,
‘daddy’s little girl’
he had said
while he swung her around
then she perched on his shoulders.
He’d tell everybody
about his angel.

Until she hit thirteen,
the devil she became.
His grip tightened,
knuckles now white
‘Just like your mother’
‘Don’t you dare talk back’
He’d taught her how to flinch

Shown her
the cost of silence.
and whilst
Mothers forgive,
Wives excuse,
daughters remember-
because he always remembered

He raised a daddy’s girl
who won’t bow now
a girl unfettered she became
whilst he, fettered by his past
mistook fear for power
but now that’s gone
and so is he
Fear and respect wasn’t what she needed
hiliana Jun 26
he left
he left with not a choice
but mere force
my father
the man I loved the most
was taken in front of my eyes without a choice
I will never understand why
why must there be penalty if not porcelain skin and perfect
my oh my he never had that choice
how I wish we meet again
I hope we have that choice
my darling father
you were taken by a country who never understood you
oh my dear father
I wish us both a choice
a chance for father and daughter
to reunite
wrote this at night, thinking about my dad
I S A A C Jun 25
Every day that I choose drugs instead of myself
I feel myself become less me and more him.
i feel my mental possibilities begin to shrink
i can feel the weight of the thoughts i think
i am not him until i walk by a mirror quickly
the reflection is uncanny, i am my daddy
another **** will fix me
at the pub drinking pink whitney
my Mary Jane with me
repeat and screech
old dog i need to teach
new tricks, discover peace
Nigdaw Jun 22
dad
a glimmer to a glow
then only embers
to remind us
of a fire that once
raged

a thousand extras
for a cast of one
and I among them

world shrunk to four walls
an armchair and tv set
have you seen mum
seven years gone
waiting
Watching my dad slowly fade away, so sad to see a life lived to the full, ending.
Lizzie Bevis Jun 19
When I was small,  
your hand held mine,  
in a father’s grip,  
both firm and kind.  
I’d look up in awe
at your towering frame,  
your proud stance unwavering.
I'd like to think that I was a good girl
who obeyed the rules,
because your voice was profound,  
grounding my feet
onto the solid ground.

Through my childhood,  
long HGV trips were the norm,  
and I listened for the latch  
on the garden gate,
as I waited patiently  
for your return.  
I remember how you were
so regimented and set in your ways,  
but your love shone through  
in those distant days.  
I felt relief as years passed,
your strict edges softened,  
into acceptance at last.

Now time’s cogs have turned,  
our roles have reversed,
and life writes for us  
in a different verse.  
Once you strode  
with a confident pace,  
but a Zimmer frame  
now takes that place.  
Your hands, once strong,  
are fragile and sore,  
stiffened by time,  
yet still they endure.

I see the warrior’s spirit  
that still burns inside you,  
as cancer battles loom,  
you strive to push through.  
Where once you led  
with a mighty stride,  
it is now my turn  
to care and guide.  
My strength is yours  
as we walk a little slower these days
with me still by your side.

©️Lizzie Bevis
My Dad has been in hospital over the past few weeks following a series of falls.
Sadly, this lead to a diagnosis of advanced cancer throughout my dads body.
My Dad was always a proud and stubborn man,
thankfully he has mellowed a little in his twilight years.
I am glad that I am able to help him to feel comfortable and cared for.

I know what is to come...and it will be tough.
Randy Johnson Jun 15
If you hadn't held down a job, we would've been *******.
If you hadn't worked, we would've had no shelter or food.
You worked hard for years to keep a roof over our heads.
You became ill in 2011 and twenty months later, you were dead.
About three years after you retired, you died at the age of sixty-five.
Even though you had months of chemotherapy, you did not survive.
When I learned that you had Leukemia, I started to pray.
If you were still alive, I'd wish you a happy Father's Day.
Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013
alex Jun 15
I don’t get to see you
too often,
but I don’t blame you
for what you did.

You couldn’t stay,
and that’s okay.
You always try
and sometimes lie,
but I won’t hold a grudge-
who am I to judge?

You tell us
you still love us,
and I know that.
So we can chat,
and i’ll sit with you a while
then you’ll feign a smile

But I see how it hurts you
your start anew,
your empty home.
I see your eyes like chrome.
You never stay too long
and your voice doesn’t sound as strong…

It’s hard to pretend,
and even harder to try to mend…
But anyways,
I’ll stop this haze-
I just wanted to say:
Happy Father’s day
We might not always get along
Never agree on who's right or wrong
Are you proud of person I've become?
Or disappointed how short of a distance I've come?
Born to be loved
Can tell by my name
After all these years hope you view me the same
To see frown knowing I'm the reason why
Makes me want to remove the coldness from your eye
Die a little inside every time you call to yell
Pressure applied to my surface will not help me excel
And I realize you only want what is best for me
Can't fill shoes of the person you expect me to be
We snap back and forth sharing words sparked by spite
Too stubborn to surrender the fight
All I desire is faith put into my hands
By the one human who above all else I would think understands
Tomorrow never promised
Only have today
Which is reason I'm making this card to say
I'm grateful to the father who has always been there
Regardless of differences I'll forever care
Life is difficult now but troubles will eventually pass by
Nothing will change closeness between you and I
Wrote this for my dad's birthday card
I know so nice and cheerful hahaha.... Not!
But what can I say I put honestly above everything else when it comes to my writing regardless of the occasion
Hello Daisies Jun 10
Happy fathers day
I swish and i sway
I'm in an ocean
I start to decay

Drowning in emotion
You taught me to be brave
Always a commotion
You wouldn't have it any other way

I had to be brave
From the things you would say
You left us in the ocean
Floating in decay

You're tortured with demons
And left us at bay
Screaming and crying
You yelled at us to behave
As we all simply float away
While you hide in your cave

Happy fathers day
I'm not sure what to say
Maybe I love you
It's true I do
But maybe
I also want to say
I hate you
For everything you put us through
kinda feeling conflicted
Sono Blue Jun 9
I made something-look
but it's no good

You gave the critic first
before I got to them...
Was it a shield,
or would I reach the dreamers field

I heard your message
and it struck

sticks to me  
like sandpapered honey

The bitter truth

Or a perspective
from you
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