You left
When I was three
No more to sit
Upon your knee
The laughter which
We enjoyed and shared
No longer present
The heart is bared.
Too young
To understand or say
Here for three years
Then gone away
A cruel trick
To take your hand
To walk together
Now alone I stand.
No more cuddles or hugs
No more laughs
I am the little boy
You left in the past
Sometimes forgetting
I call out dad
Sometimes I weep
I feel so sad.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A situation all too common sadly
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Comments1
Whether by death or abandonment the loss of a father figure is sad for the child and should be for the father as well. A relationship of lost opportunities. Sad
so true, thanks for reading
You are most welcome
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