I see your face in this days early light,
Not recognised but somehow known.
Age has not treated you that well,
time unfortunately needs to be repaid.
You do not recognise me, but why would you,
skin and a bag of bones a few months old I was.
Selfish you definitely were, evil you weren't,
Your replacement unfortunately very much was..
How can I hate the tadpole that pierced the egg,
the eventual winner of that swimming race.
A sadness sweeps over me now,
A sense of something forever lost.
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i have never met my father, he left us when I was a few months Old. My other was carrying my brother, his third child at the time. I've often wondered how I would react if I met him. One day I just sat down and wrote this. I've wrote a poem about what happened to me After he left, but that's for another time....
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Great write
Thank you tony
Welcome
Great write! I love the wording. 🙁 Hugs! would you like to read my most reasent poem? WHERE DO WE STAND? Thanks!
Thank you for the nice comment silentlaugh . I will read it.
I am sorry you did not have the experience of having him around. Hopefully, some how he may get your message through some sort of means in his life.
Thank you for the lovely comment WBL...
I'm afraid it may be a bit late now..
So sorry but I know what you mean😔
Very good poem. I'm sorry you didn't know your dad. The write was well written and deep. i had an opposite experience I wrote about in "daddy".
Thanks chrissy,
Never thought of a baby as a bag of skin and bones. Nicely done.
Thanks....
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