Dear Daughter :: badbird :: Original Poetry

Dear Daughter

Dear Daughter

I would like to tell you

How you make me feel.

How much I love you.

Ask you why you changed.

You tell me

I am mean.

You tell me

I don't listen.

You tell me

I never do things for you.

I would like to tell you

I never stopped loving you just stopped loving what you did.

You hurt me by lieing.

I wanted things to be forever the way there were.

I want you the way you were not the way you are now.

So during our next encounter

I will put my arms around you and hold you tight

Wisper in your ear that I love you

You are my daughter.

We will shed tears of pain and healing words.

We will speak tender words

In hope of healing the wounds that have been opened

So I can have my daughter back.