This young lady just pulled a cord attached to my heart.😔 Too many nights and weekends spent in the office while kids were growing up, all in the name of "providing for the family" 😔 If it was the game of golf, I'd take a "Mulligan" (a do-over shot=second chance provision).😔
This poem will always carry so much emotion, it's been years since I've heard it but found it in my saved and it gave me the same feeling of when I first heard it❤
Every morning my Papa will rise before the sun does and he leaves for work at 6am Gets home around 5 unless he’s working overtime, then it’s 10 Then goes to sleep around midnight just to get up 5 hours later and do it all over again Papa always said to me “Baby please do not worry, honey do not fret through Christ we can do all things” And as weird as it may seem, my father has become like Christ to me. Someone with a great heart who cares about all our needs. Someone we all love very deeply but have never actually seen Someone I love very deeply but someone who never really speaks to me Speak to me Because they say you can learn the most about someone by listening to the things they’ve said But we’ve barely share more than a hi when we pass each other in the highway I’ve only come to know him by his footsteps On the brown wooden floor 5:45am the alarm clock that wakes me up is the sound of you leaving, slamming the door the amount of children in America who have two parents in their household is 64%. But what percentage does that put me in if you are only home from 10 til 6? Dad, I know that you miss me I know that you feel bad that you never see me But I need you to stop working overtime just to buy me things because I am running out of places to put them I don’t have more room for brand new dresses My closet is too full of stiff hello’s And expensive dinners that you have bought for me but that I’ve eaten alone I promise, sitting at the same table really would have been enough Dad, because I have stared at blank papers, And I have lived my life just running on the vapors And I have let this life spin circles around me in whatever direction, even if it is not in my favor Because if there is anything that I know it is detachment, Refusal to feel emotionally famished I could solve the California water crisis with tears I have not shed But dad, I cannot cry because I am angry I am angry, but there are no words to express how I feel I want to write me, having a crush on some stupid boy and having him like me back But then having fear choke me because I cannot let myself get attached I can’ t let myself depend on him-I know he’ll only be home from 10 til 6 Dad, I want to write you me, and mom who doesn’t even have a job who drive me to the train station to go to school every morning because though this morning you may not have seem me, I see you in the few dollars of lunch money that you worked for, but that mom always gives me Dad, I wat to write me Because if I were to write a lullaby, it would go something like “Hush little baby don’t say a word, momma’s going to buy you a mocking bird, and a diamond ring with the money that daddy worked 30 straight days of overtime for just so that you could have all these stupid little things” I know, dad But most of all, dad I want to write me saying that I’m sorry Sorry for so many things But mostly for that you’re doing all this But most of all that I can’t even keep me room clean when you ask me Sorry that I practiced not crying at the word of your death cause a teacher taught me a lesson that I really come to know That whenever you get invited to a funeral We all know that you’re supposed to go, but you do not cry for the ones that you do not know Dad, I know that they say that it takes time to get to know someone Time together, and conversations And I know that you haven’t got much time to waste, time to rest, and time to sit And I know that we haven’t got a lot of time in the world, But maybe we can start from 10 til 6.
