It's Me, DaddyA Poem by poetforlifeLooking at an alcoholic father through the eyes of his childIt's me, daddy as I hide behind the door Don't you see me hunkered down here as the lamp hits the floor? It's me ,daddy, don't you see me crying there? I'm small and frail and so afraid I love you and I don't want to be scared. It's me, daddy, as you take another sip I want to run and grab that bottle and take it from your lips. It's me, daddy as the yelling bout begins I wonder in my small young mind, when will the turmoil end. It's me daddy, it's Christmas time I'm waiting by the door We can't open present till you get here But you've been late before It's me, daddy, don't you see me, as you stumble up the drive? I don't want my presents anymore, just want to run and hide. It's me, daddy, at my grade school patriotic play I know that you won't be here cause it's just another day. You're drunk and tired and out of touch with what time it even is I play my part, the people clap, it goes off without a hitch. I'm the only child without a dad to cheer and be so proud If you only knew that's all I want, to see your face in the crowd. It's me, daddy, graduation day and I know you won't be here you're too busy soaking up self pitty with your beer. You finally stumble up the isle after the ceremony starts you missed me getting my diploma, the most important part. It's me daddy, my wedding day is here can't wait till you walk me down the isle but the alcohol is near. It's on your breath as you kiss the bride to give your girl away Oh how I wish we just could do this on another day. It's me daddy, my son is being born today I wish that you would be here but I know that you're on your way To some bar close by cause you can't take the pain I can see it in your face, all the torment and the shame. It's me daddy, as I stand beside your grave I wish you could have been sober to know the love I gave. It's me daddy, I want to take your hands to look you in the face and tell you I understand. It wasn't something that you chose or that you could control The addiction overtook us all and then it took it's toll. It's me daddy, your little girl is here after all the hurt and all the pain, lovin you after all these years.
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5 Reviews Added on September 4, 2008 Last Updated on September 4, 2008 AuthorpoetforlifeAboutThis creative process is such a great outlet for me. You can pretty much tell my whole life through my poetry. I love to write. It is water, breath and air to me. It's the cheapest form of therapy I k.. more..Writing
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