Whiskers v2.0

Whiskers v2.0

A Poem by Emily Irene.
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About my dad, obviously.

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There’s more whiskers on your face,
more gray hair on your head.
I search for you in familiar places,
see your face camouflaged in with the smiles & frowns
of all the little people
going about their business,
oblivious to my pain.

And all I see
is you disguised
in what I see
as every olive-skinned,
brown-eyed
fatherly fake.

How do you even do it?
“It takes a real special kind of a*****e to abandon a kid,”
a wise man once said
and I couldn’t disagree
when I’m crying so hard
I can barely see.

© 2013 Emily Irene.


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this is excellent....acidity and sadness combined

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily Irene.

11 Years Ago

Actually I should clarify that my father's still alive. He just doesn't want to speak to me, refuses.. read more
Dr. Wood ?

11 Years Ago

I still understand..My wife suffers the same with her son from her first marriage
Emily Irene.

11 Years Ago

Its a painful thing. To know someone lives day to day, knows you're suffering for them, but doesn't .. read more
Very moving piece. Some things can't be taken for granted, like family; unfortunately so.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily Irene.

11 Years Ago

Thank you. Family is important to me but it hasn't always been to my family members.

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Added on July 31, 2013
Last Updated on July 31, 2013
Tags: father, dad, daughter, family, pain, loss

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Emily Irene.
Emily Irene.

Saint Louis, MO



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Name's Emily and I'm 24. I am a girl made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. I have had chronic pain for more than fifteen years. This means I have taken more narcotics .. more..

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