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Daddy

by Anne Di Baguette


Months flash and fade


A few photos mark the dates


I often think of you


How in your stubborn pride


You’d make us wait


Years between phone calls


Then show up and expect everyone to stand and applaud


In your arrogant distain


You’d wonder where you went wrong


With us, why we had such disregard


For you and all your sage advice


Sitting in trucker café’s with coffee for hours


Upon hours watching you listen


To yourself talk about yourself


And then the promises


Always promises


Promises, dreams and blame


Oh daddy


Your life is an illusion


But you’re still making me pay for it


With mine


 

11/20/2002

Posted on 12/01/2017
Copyright © 2022 Anne Di Baguette

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 12/01/17 at 09:22 PM

I'm sorry if this is how you feel! My mother left when I was only six or seven. I only saw her at most six or seven times before she died in her 80's and the last she did not know who I was. I did survive and am ok at least with in reason. I haven't killed anyone yet!! Take care.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/28/18 at 11:20 AM

Anne, congratulations on POTD. Your poem is just wonderfull and touchingly bittersweet.

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