ReminiscenceA Poem by YashodaSee All the people who knew you before Always say one thing that makes my heart drop to the floor It's that I have my father's honey brown eyes Not that I despise it, but It means as much as I want to forget it I have such a constant reminder of it And When I think of you I remember all the things you've done Which makes me want to set foot and run As far away as I could from the mirror As if there has been some grave biological error And I, Did not, Belong, To you. Not that it ever meant anything to you anyway Then, matters were placed into the court's hands And given preference you tightened your demands Made us homeless for a week or two We were given shelter by someone we barely even knew You basked in all your glory when you got the outside woman in But did you really give up your own sweat and blood to commit such a sin? And you know During the long school days I knew when I got home there would be no you It's was really hard to hear all the things that daddies' little girls said their daddies could do One said hers could take care of the house and cook The other said hers taught her to bait a hook And mine? Gone. Perhaps if I was not given life Mummy would have one stomach less to suffice And maybe if I was born blind I would not have to witness you walking pinky in hand with another girl child When I waited for you to come back all this time What is this Injustice How could you just let this family Fall...apart Even though I know you still don't have a heart of gold, let alone even made of stone You see Here I am using the media to reach out too Because long salty tears and unanswered phone calls just don't do Even after all these years I've gotten over it and stitched my heart anew Nobody can say that I never reached out At least I tried daddy. But ...did you?
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15 Reviews Added on December 8, 2015 Last Updated on December 8, 2015 AuthorYashodaTrinidad and TobagoAbout♥ Adrian Ivashkov is bae ♥ VA/Bloodlines Addict ♥ Belieber ♥ Rusher ♥ Just cruising through that Caribbean life. (jkjk, not cruising, because...life.) French &.. more..Writing
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