shes returning home after many a years shes attending dads funeral shes controlling fears. as door opens slowly shes slapped with coldness in the face hit with never ending memories of her bad old days.
was no home sweet home all thanks to dad her childhood taken one, she never had. held by innocence not knowing love shouldnt hurt she thought this is what it means to be daddy's little girl.
thinking of mum she wonders how could she of not known but so much for the saying theres no place,like home. hello mum, im here" she gulps, as she steps inside and just as her mother had thinks now, is not the time.
a part of her is screaming "mother" why did you let me down but she cares not to upset her ain't that what famalies are about. she'll hold off with the questions she will take it in her stride to be the loyal daughter supportive, by mothers side.
dust to dust ashes to ashes her tears will fall but not for him. she decides not to question why" will become her forgotten word besides, there are no answers why she had to be, daddys little girl.
R.I.P dad im glad you are gone and now that you are i can finally move on. its you now daddy begging for mercy but you cant hide from god what you done to me.
The most beautiful anger I have read in a long while. I applaud your strength and your being forthright with your heart in your words. May your soul heal tenfold with love, Thank You.
cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland USANov 28, 2011
Another sad but powerful story. So nice to read your stories again..Thank you dear.
itchywitchOPgalway, Galway IrelandNov 28, 2011
hi armonia thankfully its not my strengh that needs applauding, im just trying to walk in my friends shoes so's to understand why she walks with a limp.. her dads died recently and im trying to be there for her, in the way i know she wants me to be,she needs more understanding more so then preaching, but thank you kindly all the same for your comment
thank you gypsy jack, reading some poems here inspired me to take up the pen again
Maxeen_1YORK, North Yorkshire, England UKNov 28, 2011
DADDY'S GIRL by: itchywitch A strong write full of heart and soul itchy thankyou sweet for sharing ...this strong and challenging emotive write...
AyhraAdelaide, South Australia AustraliaNov 28, 2011
I missed reading you itchywitch. Nice to see you. Sad, "moving" poem
itchywitchOPgalway, Galway IrelandNov 28, 2011
hi ayhra and thank you nice to see you also and im enjoying your wonderful poems thanks maxeen, from one yorkshire lass to another, im delighted you liked
I read this and I think the harm is so not limited to just one time or event, but down through time, even the next generation and beyond until something comes along that can prevent it from hurting anymore....
itchywitchOPgalway, Galway IrelandNov 29, 2011
hi yankie sometimes one good person helps, cause only one right person is needed.
So sad..... My mom sheltered me as a child. I never knew there were things like this that happened untill I was an adult and would hear horror stories. I so did like the poem. And could feel the wrath myself as I read the words.
itchywitchOPgalway, Galway IrelandDec 27, 2011
thank you happygo lucky i was a shelterd one too, not many of us knew till we grew up to hear the shocking truth... were blessed in ways we dont know
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thankfully its not my strengh that needs applauding, im just trying to walk in my friends shoes so's to understand why she walks with a limp.. her dads died recently and im trying to be there for her, in the way i know she wants me to be,she needs more understanding more so then preaching, but thank you kindly all the same for your comment
thank you gypsy jack, reading some poems here inspired me to take up the pen again
by: itchywitch
A strong write full of heart and soul itchy thankyou sweet for sharing ...this strong and challenging emotive write...
nice to see you also and im enjoying your wonderful poems
thanks maxeen, from one yorkshire lass to another, im delighted you liked
sometimes one good person helps, cause only one right person is needed.
i was a shelterd one too, not many of us knew till we grew up to hear the shocking truth... were blessed in ways we dont know