My farther left when I was three
So I got on my hands and knees and prayed
That maybe someday I would see him agian
But now that i'm older I understand
Why he left me in my mothers hands
Because he was not ready to be a man
A man that is a father is kind and sweet
They don't leave a child upon the sheet
To lay and wonder why they left
They love them everyday
Or at least thats what my heart says
A contest entry
- Quick Pre-write Contest by Nicole Hanna.
300 points, ended July 9, 2007, 39 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I asked for no rhyme, though I'm having a hard time figuring out the exact rhyme scheme here. I have to say I can definitely appreciate the sentiments behind this piece. Fatherhood is a serious business, and not everyone is up to the task. Thanks for entering my contest.
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Dakota
It is Very Sad but yet it is very powerful
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