A story that she never told;
A burden she roamed with for long;
The yells and the screams,
The screeching of boxes,
A little girl- left what was “home”.
A story that she never told;
Of a young man who drunk himself stone cold;
With a little girl the brute that she bore;
Like a tornado, spiraling-
He always came attacking-
Till he passed out exhausted for words.
But oh father, the past is now gone
If I could turn back the time-
I’m not sure I would leave you-
I would try to restore what you had;
But a 12 year old knows only so much,
I’m sorry I let you destroy your life.
A story that she never told;
Was the reason she cried herself to sleep,
Every night till the sound of the crows;
And they thought she was ill-
And prescribed loads of pills-
But she was just reminiscing her home;
At a time it was filled with,
Voices sounding cheery,
And a father- a hero he was.
A story that she never told;
Unravels itself after a decade of running,
As a letter addressed to her from-
A drunkard who’s passed on,
With a letter in hand meant for,
A little girl who long left her home.
On his way to a meeting,
Getting rid of alcoholism,
He met his end- hit by a truck.
A little girl who long left her home
Smiles at the thought of-
her father getting clean-
For the love of the daughter he had;
And though he’s now gone,
To the place up above,
She forgives him and hopes he’s at peace.
The little girl never could let him go.
image credit. This post is in response to Writing201 poetry assignment: write a poem the form of a ballad using anaphora/ epistrophe as a device. This is also a (sort of) part two to a poem I wrote a long time ago, For The love of a daughter.
Oh Ameena – so touching…
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Thank you so much, i’m glad it did 😊
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You just had to get me choked up this morning, didn’t you! A pulling out your heartstrings poem!
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Hahaha, i’m sorry i couldn’t repay the favor Joy, yours actually made me smile ☺.
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I am glad and I will forgive you 🙂 Ha!
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Fantastic raw poem, thanks for sharing!
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Thank you frank, ballads are kindof raw aren’t they 😄. Thanks for the follow, will follow back.
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That’s quite a poem and sad yet with some kind of hope. So cleverly written thank you x
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I couldnt bring myself to end it on a sad note after all the poor (fictional) girl went through ;). Aw, thank you!
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Yup, its all about happy endings, right 🙂 Had to say that, but you really did end it in a touching way.
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a pleasure xx ps your avatar, is it a pencil drawing of you real life? x Love it x
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Haha, no, its a drawing i found on the net. It spoke to me too and i just love it! 😄
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Very sad and beatiful at the same time. it tells of a daughter’s love for her father inspite of his drinking. How she forgives him and has always loved him. Very heartfelt and touching. My dad was a very bad alchoholic and this reminds me a lot of my story.
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I’m so sorry PJ, i hope this didn’t bring up a lot of those memories. And your interpretation of the poem is impeccable.
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No, not at all. But thank you for your concern. ❤
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This is beautiful Ameena. Sad and very touching.
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Thanks Mandi. Ballada are my favorite kind of poems 😀
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Ah!!! Painful….
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Haha, Sorry Nimmi 😄. But I guess the ballad worked then 😉
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Yes, It’ worked 😉 Great job!
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Lovely, and I want to tell that sweet little girl it’s not her fault.
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Thank you Jeanne! 😊
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Heartfelt, conveyed the emotions well.
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Thank you! I’m glad.. That means the ballad’s working 😀
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