Daddy's Little Whore
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I used to be daddy's little girl,
now I'm just the world's little whore.
Used to put on my dress and twirl,
used to think you were my world.
But where have you gone now that I'm grown?
I can't figure out where I've gone wrong.
Thinking of how it's been so long
since we sat down and sang the same song.
Where are you daddy? Where are you now?
I miss you more than I miss myself.
What did I do to make it this way?
How I wish I could just make you stay.
I just hung up the phone with you,
you were telling me something exciting and new.
But when our conversation was through
you didn't even say I love you.
Where are you daddy, where are you now?
I miss you more than I miss myself.
All the time I'm wondering how
it came to this, how'd it come to this?
I went to see you the other day
I cried the whole time I was on my way
I guess I knew it would be this way
As I watched them lower you into your grave.
Daddy why did it come to this?
All I wanted was your loving kiss.
I needed you when my day was through,
I needed to hear you say I love you.
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My what poignancy. This is truly special as I have two grown daughters, probably much like you. I am so sorry he is gone. Don't know what else to say except aren't we all whores at one time or another in so many ways. I shall not judge you, only share my love and blessings, Charlie peace darling girl
As someone who has a daughter sometimes you just don't have to say I love you. A Father always loves his little girl no matter what faults she will ever have, I am certain he always loved you. That was one amazing poem, really touched me, you just know that in my mind as a father myself, he loved you, take care x
Immartin, I'm sorry your father was absent from you as well. I do believe my father loved me but he was a very cold person. We were extremely close when I was tiny, then it just drifted away...thanks for reading. I'm glad you could identify.
Ralwus, your words are always so kind and loving. You truly are a blessing to have around. Of course we're all whores, just some have an easier time admitting it.
HealthTip, I'm happy you enjoyed my poem. I do know he loved me, I just wish he was there more for me because I needed him badly. It was like he clocked out when I grew up. It's hard to come to grips with. Once again, thank you for the kind words. : )
You are welcome my friend and he will always be there for you, my Dad died of a massive heart attack when I was 20 but sometimes when things go wrong then work out I just think he was looking out for me, it is hard to come to grips with, I still miss mine, you take care !
I can completely relate to your situation Becca. My dad was always there when I was little but as I grew, he was at work more and home less and now he's ill and in a nursing home and he's trying very hard to reestablish that closeness we shared when I was a child. I'm just glad I got the chance to reconnect with him before it was too late. Lovely poem.
I'm so glad you could relate. Isn't that the whole reason we write? I'm sorry to hear you went through the drifting apart as well. It's hard to explain the feeling unless you've been through it. Thanks for reading, Lissa. : )
That was very well done. The tone and emotion in your poetry is very powerful. I enjoyed it immensely, thank you.
It's sad that you still have that little girl living inside you looking for answers where really there are none. The words “I love you” should be the easiest thing in the world to say, but many people never learn how. Some even think it is some sort of promise and it is not. It is a feeling, a longing, a caring that last sometimes for a lifetime. Learn to say the words and understand what it means when you say it, and if you are able to frighten someone with those words you are probably better off without them. Chris
Thanks for your insight, Chris. I couldn't have put it better myself. Some people are just naturally cold. Others are naturally warm and sentimental, like myself. When you add these two together someone's bound to be hurt.
Beautiful poem and I can def relate to this in my own ways...thanks for sharing :)
I'm really happy you can relate, and at the same time I'm sad you can. I've caught a lot of hell from my family for posting this, but I'm standing tall and keeping it here so more can relate. : )
I'm really happy you can relate, and at the same time I'm sad you can. I've caught a lot of hell from my family for posting this, but I'm standing tall and keeping it here so more can relate. : )
Wow that was touching! It's sad to lose a parent, and even sadder to lose them while they are still here! I have a daughter too and miss the little girl she was. I raised her to be independent and she is certainly that, but in so doing perhaps I made her too distant as well.
O my! I could have written this! Brought tears to my eyes! Speak your truth, Becca. That is where the healing is...I am proud of you!
Poppa, I'm sure there is no love like that your girl has for you. Maybe reach out to her and close the distance. :)
tnderdrt, Thank you so for your kind words. I agree writing is like healing. And to know that so many share the same feelings is both reassuring and sad at the same time.
It's so hard for a parent to love without expectations, but that is exactly what we must do. Sure, have expectations - just don't tie your love to them. Anyway, that's what I think. Thought provoking poem. Thank you!
This is a very sad and beautiful poem. You should always remind your loved ones that you do love them. Even if they already know that, it is still very nice and comforting to hear, and it lets them know you care.
Jess, thank you for your insight!
ragnaworks, you're right. Sometimes people get the wrong message when you push them away. Especially when you used to be the apple of their eye and suddenly it feels like you're nothing. Soon you start to think you mean nothing to them and wonder if you ever did. Crazy.
Again, your ability to speak through poetic verse is amazing. You are so talented, and the words ring so true.
Tbanks.
Great poem. I think it serves as a poignant message to all fathers who abandon their sacred duties. A fatherly presence is as vital to a child's development as the mother's. Great reflective work — sad yet fully understandable.
Mike, thank you so much for your kind words. It really means a lot to me. : )
Arthur, thank you as well for your kind comment. I am that person that deals with things from the past (present and future as well) in writing. I hope that in doing so there are a few that can relate.
lmmartin says:
2 months ago
I also had an absent dad -- oh he was there in body, but absent. And that never did change. But when I stopped to think of it, I knew he loved me and it was his great loss that he was unable to say it.