Pitiful Cupcake

Ramblings of a daughter on father's day...

I sit here at this desk

A pitiful sight indeed

Alone, a cupcake,

my only companion.

 

A single candle

permiates it's iceing,

A festivity too small,

To drown the gloom.

 

Happy Father's Day,

Wouldn't fit,

Instead it say's,

#1 Dad.

 

But we'll never know,

if that is a title,

You could have earned,

In time.

 

You had no time,

It ran short,

And what little you had,

Was waisted.

 

Why I love you,

Is no mystery,

Intentions were,

Always good.

 

But you know,

what they say,

About intentions,

Leading to hell.

 

Your intentions,

Were to drowned in beer,

And drunkenly confused,

To lead you there.

 

They just lead nowhere,

To the black space,

My candle can't light,

Filled with broken promises.

 

Filling with dead dreams,

Filled with the love for you,

That i just can't seem,

To let go.

 

So I light my pitiful candle,

In my pitiful cupcake,

And send up a pitiful prayer,

For a pitiful father on father's day.

Author's Note

just a little rambling...

Reviews

[Lily1111]

I was intrigued with the title of this poem and that is what drew me in. I must admit it was not what I expected. There is so much emotion woven through these lines it is palpable. Its sadness lingers after you have finished reading it. You probably suffered from father envy growing up as I did. You know where you had a friend with the most awesome father and you just envied your friend's relationship with her father. But you see, you still loved this father of yours despite that he failed to fullfill his role in your life. And that my friend, I find truly admirable. You loved him inspite of himself. Sometimes the people that are the most difficult to love are the ones that need to be loved the most. You bared your soul a bit here and opened the door for us readers to peek inside and that is courageous and what really connects the reader to your words. Well done!