For The Love Of A Daughter

For The Love Of A Daughter

by Ameena k.g

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Twelve years old-
Depressed, insecure;
All I can remember-
Your fights, your wars;
You made me feel,
I was inferior to all;
Tried so hard to break me,
Like I was, some charity ward.

Trying hard to forget
All the things, you have done;
But they keep coming back to me,
Like waves rushing towards shore;
And though it’s been five years,
Since I left the house for good;
You still choose the booze,
Over the lost girl of yours.

You’ve made lots of mistake,
I hope someday you’ll regret;
But the hollowed heart of yours,
Keeps getting deeper with each breath;
And though I can’t change the past,
Only hope for a better future-
Where you’ll do anything,
For the love of a daughter.

Oh father ,
If you put the bottle down
This world, it won’t leave you behind;
But you will gain one thing at last-
The love of your daughter;
I’d love to leave you alone,
But I still cant let you go;
Please put the bottle down,
For the love of a daughter.

22 thoughts on “For The Love Of A Daughter”

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    1. Thank you very much georgette for reading and your meaningful comment. I believe in being the voice for the many innocent people impacted by the alcoholic addiction of loved ones.

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      1. I appreciate your willingness to discuss it; when you grow up in such an environment, all you want to do is hide it. I would have been much better off as a child knowing other people were begin exposed to the same experiences. Heartfelt thanks for sharing! 🙂

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  4. Whao, if I was any good with spinning words, I could have written this. I have always thought that children is the least anyone should hurt because the the impact last for a very long time. My father wasn’t a drunk however, he lost his voice in my teenage years. The problem was the issue for me was that the tragedy around that he suffered from affected everyone in the family so why can’t he pick himself up like my mother did was my wonder. He sought solace in his daily journal entries which to me was cruel as I needed to be fed/clothed. My family was lucky we were given a send chance at life, it is now that I bombard him with so many questions at first he played Nigerian men on me but when I told him how much I resented his guts growing up, then he opens up and I was able to see the father I knew as a little child. My father despite him pretending to be alpha man is extremely sensitive and emotional to the core.

    I do hope your father (or fathers in this situation) could read this to see children do deserve explanation not neglect.

    Thank you so much for sharing, it furthers shows me I was not crazy for being mad and now grateful for the opportunity I do have to reconnect with my father.

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    1. Thank you for the very nice comments and I completely agree and understand where you are coming from. Your comment is what this poem is all about. It doesn’t have to be alcoholism, but rather all the negativity people showcase and at the same time think their kids are oblivious to them. But children are quite perceptive and it affects us in every way. I just want to add that this poem is not exactly about me (thankfully Dad never touched alcohol) but about being a voice to the thousand innocent voiceless.
      Really, Thank You!

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    1. Thank you very much Jim. And it is really frustrating especially when people don’t want to learn from past mistakes and do something about the alcoholism.

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  6. This is so beautifully written. You have taken the original and rewoven it into a work that reflects your own battle, your own heart. I prefer your piece to Demi’s. I love this line: But they keep coming back to me,
    like waves rushing towards shore. Very nice imagery.
    I think, too, you will find this piece resonates with many people. It is sad how many children grow up with alcoholism. It is as if the bottle has robbed us of our parents!
    Thank you!

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    1. Thank you so much! I actually wrote this 2 years ago, but decided to re-write it and post it today. It was really hard writing it still. Even though I never personally experienced it first hand (thank God for my parents), it breaks my heart to see other kids (like Demi) go through it.
      I really appreciate the comment though I still think Demi’s is a masterpiece. 😉

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  10. Imagine that Leonard Cohen would sing this. Listen for the poetry of an intense personal story captured through the rithm of a few random words. The combination of the two essential writing skills makes it so powerful.

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  11. My boyfriend lost custody of his daughter due to his alcohol problem. She’s only 4, but this amazing poem made me wonder if one day she’ll ever feel this way.
    He’s 3 months sober now though, and hopes to get her back. He does love her and treats her well. And I know it’s hard putting that bottle down, but seeing love conquer the alcohol, well it’s pretty great.
    I wish more dads (and moms) would recognize what they’re doing to their children, and let love win.

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    1. Thank you so much for sharing this. I think it is a brave act on your boyfriend’s part to seek help because addiction really is a challenge. I wish him all the best in his recovery journey. And you know, Love- it does conquer all. I believe what the little girl would feel is pride in her father for defeating alcohol. 🙂

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