When Dad Is Mum Too

Parenting isn’t easy. It’s tougher still if you’re suddenly rendered single, and more so for the single father. So how do single fathers cope with the challenge of filling the physical and emotional vacuum left by the absent mother? Asha Chowdary and Lhendup Bhutia find out

Dad. [Poetry D4]

You left me a long time ago.
You wouldn’t know me if I walked up to you.
Even though everyone says I am a spitting image.

Does it make you happy.
To know that you left me here in this world.
So alone and cold, to live on my own.

I hate admitting that I miss you.
I don’t even know you, even though I should.
Even though that little paper says your my Dad.

I can’t understand why you don’t call.
I don’t think you’ve ever missed me at all.
It’s no suprise, I never took you for the caring type.

I wish that you could be here now.
I want you to see me grow up and be happy.
But you never will, I wonder how that makes you feel.

I am your daughter, and you, your my father.
But there will always be a barrier that keeps us apart.
Lack, thereof, love.

Please don’t say I never tried.
Dammit, I tried too damn hard to make you love me.
People are stubborn, I know, I get it from you.

I love you Dad, I think.
I don’t know you, anymore, but you are blood.
Blood is supposed to be thicker than water.

I used to think I was the dissapointment.
No, Dad, you are and you always were.
I am not perfect but God forbid I turn into you.

Your a heartless son of a bitch.
You turn your back on your daughter.
You turned your back on me and I hate you for that.

I wanted to say that I miss you.
That I do unfotunately have love left for you.
See you in hell.

Written by Kayla

I Am Your Child!

I am a child of divorce. My parent`s divorce became finalized in 1969 when I was six years old. My mother was granted sole custody and my father never fought it.

I am writing this because I wish to see change. Change in a system that helped to alter my relationship with my father for the duration of our lives. Our lives, he being 600 miles away at 52 years old, seem all too short.

We started out fairly normal. I remember watching a football game with him, smelling my mom`s pot roast in the air, being carried around on his shoulders, waiting for him to come home from work. A father-daughter relationship firmly rooted for growth.

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