Not knowing how life is going to be,
Its hard to keep up the faith,
May be cause already experienced what the worst looks like.
Standing in the mid way now,
With vision so blurred,
Even though its been six months,
Not even a single day went without missing you.
The whole scenario still dance around in front of eyes,
The flash of terrible day never steps back in haunting again n again.
With a lump in throat,
If at times get caught while thinking of you,
With wet eyes and faded smile,
I stupidly try to hide it all.
I know its too late to let you know,
You are the best father one could ever have,
I know its too late to apologize,
For being the worst daughter.
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6 comments:
Lovely poem to your father,the words were from the heart.
I didn't know mine as he died when I was three years of age. If only.......
Yvonne
tats really touchin.......
At first I assumed teenage love but it came upon a surprise. This is extremely emotional, powerful and touching. Like they say, only if you feel...
Ask you Papa if you were ever a bad daughter, I am sure he'd tell you otherwise. :)
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
..thanks for sharing your emotion in this poem my friend... it touches me deeply in my heart... wherever your father right now i know he's happy and always looking at you... and for sure very proud of you... i hope you feel better my friend. God bless.(:
~Kelvin
U wer neva d bad daughtr n human.... Cuz u r d bst..... Trust my wrds..... Neva doubt urslf.... :)
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