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Doorstop Dad
by Joe Cramerall I am now
is a ride,
a glide, a slide
into home
you rarely speak
to me
only a text message
and a brief one at that
can you give me a ride?
I want to just hide
away
when all I really want
is to spend some time with you
but "we're busy"
is all I get now
"We're busy."
not "I'm busy."
so I know that
it's your mother speaking
who has always wanted
me out of your life
away from you.
I just don't know what to do.
So I bolt a smile
upon my face
and hope that time will erase
these horrific memories.
I know that in the coming year
you'll have a car
and I'll see you even less than
once every couple of months
for about 15 minutes or so.
Did I mention that it hurts?
I did nothing,
but remain always there
trying to be part of your life
though your mother is no longer my wife
(not for over ten years now)
I won't lie
I could curl up in a ball and cry.
but I won't die 02/29/2012 Author's Note: ... it hurts.....
Posted on 02/29/2012
Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 03/01/12 at 12:09 AM Joe, I know more than a few dads of teen-aged girls who feel and experience something so very similar to this. I also know several dads of formerly teen-aged girls who can testify that it really does get better. You've expressed this quite nicely. I'd bet it resonates with many readers. k |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 03/01/12 at 03:34 AM sigh . that is painful.. i'm sorry you both are going through that |
| Posted by Vivienne Grant on 03/01/12 at 06:43 AM brilliantly expressive Joe ~ there's one adjective that jars tho ... horrific ... would you consider torturous, hurtful, wounding? hey, just my opinion :) |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 03/02/12 at 02:41 AM I'm sorry Joe. Please rest assured that in time she'll come around but until then please try to content yourself with your love for her and the memories of her as a little one to get you through *hugs*. |
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