My father left for My mum for another lady. Earlier that year he proposed to my mum, to renew their wedding vow's. Around 1 month later, she came home from work to only hear he did not love her anymore. He is now living in another state. He has nothing to do with his daughters, me being one of them.
Fathers
©
Katheren
How could somebody be so cold?
Too leave their daughters all alone,
With out a father in their life,
Too teach them how to ride their bike,
Too stand by them day and night,
Tell them that their beautiful, then say goodnight,
Too pick them up,
Then kiss their cheek,
Then whisper I love you, in their ear,
Instead of watching his daughters grow,
Be with a lady, so young, yet cold,
Tell her she is beautiful, then say goodnight,
Whisper I love you, in her ear,
Someday I may understand,
How a father can just go,
Leaving his children to grow,
Without a father in their lives,
To teach them wrong and right,
To leave the mother, alone in pain,
And struggle to raise three girls alone,
Without a lover in her life,
Always choosing to put her daughters first,
Hiding the pain she feels,
Coming home from a day at work,
To a restless night,
Constantly questioning why God chose this to happen to her,
Then reminded, by her three loving girls,
That she is loved,
And every day before she says goodnight,
Reminds them she loves them,
Kisses their cheek,
Then blows out the light.
Too leave their daughters all alone,
With out a father in their life,
Too teach them how to ride their bike,
Too stand by them day and night,
Tell them that their beautiful, then say goodnight,
Too pick them up,
Then kiss their cheek,
Then whisper I love you, in their ear,
Instead of watching his daughters grow,
Be with a lady, so young, yet cold,
Tell her she is beautiful, then say goodnight,
Whisper I love you, in her ear,
Someday I may understand,
How a father can just go,
Leaving his children to grow,
Without a father in their lives,
To teach them wrong and right,
To leave the mother, alone in pain,
And struggle to raise three girls alone,
Without a lover in her life,
Always choosing to put her daughters first,
Hiding the pain she feels,
Coming home from a day at work,
To a restless night,
Constantly questioning why God chose this to happen to her,
Then reminded, by her three loving girls,
That she is loved,
And every day before she says goodnight,
Reminds them she loves them,
Kisses their cheek,
Then blows out the light.
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This poem is almost mirror imaging my life. Thank you for writing this poem because through reading this poem I feel like I'm healing the pain. Lots of love, Stephanie :)