And maybe someday,
We’ll get to the point,
Where I won’t have to call
You father-
And the word “dad”
Would sound right.
And maybe someday,
All the screaming would
Become distant,
Like a memory locked,
In an abyss,
And I’ll gaze at you,
With new eyes.
And maybe,
Just maybe,
I’ld master the art of
Letting go,
Or shrug off the past,
And the words you’ve spoken,
Like the wind blows,
Pollen apart.
And maybe,
It’s just wishful thinking,
That you read this poem,
And realise,
An adult’s plea to make things
Right with a father…
Or maybe- you won’t?
Oh Ameena… I hope he does!
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Beautiful!!
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Thank you very much Matthew 😊😊
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Heart breakingly beautiful! I really hope you’d turn a fresh page with him someday soon.
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Thank you very much Sharu. This isn’t my life but someone else’s I’m sure. Thanks
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A heart rending poem made all the more poignant by how articulately you write. Namaste!
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Ohhh, thank you so very much ❤❤❤
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My pleasure Ameena😀
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Very good! You have such a unique way of getting a point across.
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Thank you very much JC. I appreciate your beautiful and inspiring comments
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This broke my heart in a way of being relatable..
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Aww. I’m so sorry to hear that Hiba. ❤❤❤
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I wish you good luck with that. I’m past it with my own ‘father’. And I don’t care anymore. In the best possible sense! I hope that your dad and you work it through, I truly do. It sounds like there’s hope that you can. Trust in the process, love will work out if it’s meant to be ❣️. Great poetry, I like your sound 😊
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