April 1st — A Poem a Day
Dear Daddy
For my birthday,
You said you would visit.
I dressed with care and waited patiently.
Saving my cake and presents to share with you.
Presents unopened,
I went to bed in tears
vowing to never wait again,
and if you ever return,
I will tell you so.
CLA
Poetic Asides, Day 1
Prompt: evoke a feeling of loneliness
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oohhh… how sad!
this is a powerful start!
Polona — thank you. I wrenched this one out of my gut.
Welllllllllllllllllllllll…. you fit that prompt to a tee! That’s a winner RIGHT THERE!
Melli — it isn’t. If you go read the winners you will see that they are all the “artsy” poems that everyone pretends to understand, but no one really does.
Amen.
OMG here we are in April. A poem a day…yikes…I suppose Nessa is going to start this as well pffft. Nice poem Q. Sad and I hope she does tell him
Thom — Nessa said no. And the little girl was me. I never did tell my father, but I never waited for him again. If he came and I wasn’t home, then he could wait for me.
Burden born by one can often grow too heavy to bear. Maybe, in the end, each of us knows that sharing our pain is the only way we can live with the pain.
You keeping well my friend 🙂
Zing — thanks. I am fine. It was a long time ago.
Yup, sad and pretty.
I was very sad, and very pretty in my party dress.
Very sad!
Barbara – as an adult I can tell you that my father did the best he could with what he had. As a child, I hurt.
Oh. My.
That makes my heart hurt.
Linda — I am all better now. Mostly.
That hit home, and makes me wonder if my girls ever thought that on their birthdays. Their dad left almost 10 years ago and sees them sporadically. But I don’t think he’s actually seen them on their birthdays maybe once in the nine that they have had.
Thena — but did he ever call and say he was coming, and ask them not to start the party without him, and then not show up?
that is so sad. why does that have to happen?
Wray — in my case, my mom died when I was little and my dad was a logger with no way to care for a child where he worked, so I lived with my maternal grandmother about 100 miles away.
Great job… hmmm a poem a day eh? Well, maybe I’ll join… it sounds fun and I like poetry but I’m sure I won’t make it… I’ll forget or run out of time. In fact, I’ve gotta get some stuff done now and am heading offline so let’s see if I can even remember to come back and write the first day lol!!! I’ll try!
Teresa — be warned, if you don’t love poetry by day 30 you will hate it. The gang who did this with me last year haven’t forgotten and have refused to sign on again.
Haha, it’s okay, if I forget half way through it happens… but I just posted my first one on my blog 🙂 Anyways, it could be worse… April could have 31 days :p
Aaaaah,
nicely turned there at the end.
I think you took your prompt and made something beautiful and evocative of it.
Oh, and quite sad too, but with strength and dignity.
Logo — the incident is just one of the things that helped teach me strength and dignity.
*sniff* – that was poetically sad!
Church Lady — it didn’t feel poetic when it happened.
Aw, poor Quilly. Daddies sure can break your heart.
I like this poem, and I don’t generally “get” poems. I might change my mind if I keep reading your poetry.
this is so sad. 🙁
I could never do a poem every day – or at least not until I was retired and had more time on my hands (and to retire, I’d need to get a job first LOL)
“If you ever return” got me most. You really captured a child’s perspective in this one.
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