I Thought About You

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    I Thought About You

    ~I Wrote this poem for my father whom chose to go in a different direction with his life, and forget about me, his first born. My inspiration for this poem is him. --To my mom whom I love with all my heart. The only person who has always helped me to take the right path in life. She's the best, and I thank her for believing in me and everything I do...I love you and thank you mom.~

    I thought about you
    When I was just a small child
    You said you had to go away
    Then you left me crying in the backyard.

    I thought about you
    When I was only a couple years older
    About all the promises you made,
    And all the promises you broke.

    I thought about you
    Again as I grew
    Brought you on the family trip
    Only to discover you never gave a s---.

    I thought about you
    About three years ago
    You said I could see you whenever I wanted
    But you left me there crying once again.

    I thought about you
    The day of my "Sweet Sixteen"
    Now I'm eighteen soon to be nineteen
    And still, I haven't heard a word.

    I think about you
    All of the time
    And I wonder how you can live everyday
    Not knowing whether or not I'm ok.

    ~I have lived my life without you, and I know now that as I grow older that you would never have been able to teach me the things that you, as my father, should have taught me. And now as I grow older I thank you for not being a part of my life. I don't think I would have wanted to grow up going back and forth between the mother that I love and the father that I never got a real chance to love.
    "Anyone can be a father, but it takes a special man to be a daddy"
    I don't have a daddy! But thank you for being my father and for constantly making me cry by leading me on to believe that you wanted to be my daddy. I honestly believe that you are the one who made me into the person that I am today.~

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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