Daddy's Little Whore

 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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lmmartin 6 years ago from Alberta and Florida

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.


ralwus 6 years ago

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


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

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. : )


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Lissa Lynn 6 years ago from upstate NY

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.


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

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. : )


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Amuriel Hight 6 years ago

That was very well done. The tone and emotion in your poetry is very powerful. I enjoyed it immensely, thank you.


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chrismarva 6 years ago

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


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

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.


abiscardi 6 years ago

Beautiful poem and I can def relate to this in my own ways...thanks for sharing :)


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

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. : )


Poppa Blues 6 years ago

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.


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tnderhrt23 6 years ago

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!


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

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.


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Jess Killmenow 6 years ago from Nowheresville, Eastern United States

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!


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ragnaworks 6 years ago from USA, West Virginia

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.


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

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.


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Mike Lickteig 6 years ago from Lawrence KS USA

Again, your ability to speak through poetic verse is amazing. You are so talented, and the words ring so true.

Tbanks.


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Arthur Gulumian 6 years ago from Pasadena, CA

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.


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

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.


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wsp2469 6 years ago from Alta Loma, Ca

Wow.

Good for you stripping yourself naked in front of everyone like this--and in a poet yet.

I tend to hide behind self-deprecating humor as you know.

Good for you!


A Texan 6 years ago

Damn girl, you made me feel, I hate that!


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

wsp - Thanks for stopping by to read my work. I've caught a lot of sh*t for posting this, but I cannot allow myself to remove it. It would be an injustice to myself. : )

Texan - Mission accomplished! ; )


Annie4 6 years ago

What a beautiful, heartfelt poem. A father's love is not something that one should just understand, as if a dad doesn't have to say or do anything and a girl should instinctively understand. Fathers need to be there for their daughters. I don't know...what you just wrote struck a chord in me. Thank you for writing this.


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

Thank you for reading it, Annie. : ) And thank you as well for taking the time to comment. I know what you mean, as I've been told I should 'just know'. Well, I didn't just know and it hurt. It did, however, give me inspiration.


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Cagsil 6 years ago from USA or America

A great poem. I know the feeling of burying a parent. I'm still not sure if I ever really knew my father and I'm presently writing a hub about it. I can only offer heartfelt sincerest words as a cushion to help ease. I'm saddened to hear about your father and shows that many families are more broken than appear to be. I enjoyed the poem. Thank you so much for sharing. :)


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

Thanks for stopping by Cagsil, always nice to see you. : ) And thank you for your kind words, as well.


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mbwalz 6 years ago from Maine

That was a very touching poem.

I recently lost my father but I was very lucky that we were always there for each other.

This poem was about an absent father but it had so many universal moments in it too. Well done!


sophs 6 years ago

This is brilliant! I can relate to it very much. Your use of words is amazing and very moving, great work Becca :)


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

Thank you so much sophs. Glad to see you stop by. I think it sucks that so many can relate to it, but at the same time it's great that we can identify. : )


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Moulik Mistry 6 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

You are still a daddy's cute little girl - very well written, loved the simple way of expression...


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

Thank you Moulik. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for stopping by! : )


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George J Hardy 6 years ago from Southern New Jersey

poignant !


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Isabelle22 6 years ago from Somewhere on the coastline

I can relate to this poem in many ways myself. It was beautiful and thanks for sharing it.


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Astra Nomik 6 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

This was very wonderful and open and emotional and full of the longing that a daughter has for a father, many daughters feel this too. The unanswered call from you shows you were obviously hurt by that. Many of us can take things from that pain and mold it into other things. Our pains become different pains after. It's funny to think three little words could have such a huge affect on us. We all crave acknowledgment and love. Really liked this hub. Thank you, from another poet.


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

Thank you, Astra. In this case it shapes me to write. I love to write about anything, be it humorous or emotional. I love it even more when fellow writers take the time to read my work. Thanks for stopping by. : )


tlmntim9 6 years ago

Now that was moving and so sad and oh how we can relate.

God bless.

Tim W


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

Thank you, Tim! Glad you stopped by. : )


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gg.zaino 6 years ago from L'America

great hub Becca.. it's my belief that a parent's expression of love for his or her child determines that child's own capacity to express love for others. how much to give and how much to retain is determined by the preceding generation and the one before that and so on. loss before reunion of the souls is tragic but writing about it lifts the weight a bit doesn't it. it's key we not pass on the emotional malignancy to our own. reassurance and repetition ensure trust and in return we receive the uncompromising love needed in our golden years..i can relate Becca. great write, greg z..peace


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

i'm pretty sure it's the reason i crave love and affection from others. i smother my boys with love and affection so they'll never question my devotion. thank you for reading and commenting. i believe you to be right for some. from what i've heard, my father's father was very cold to him as well. : )


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Freya Cesare 6 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

Heart breaking story. Making me remembering my own experience. :(


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

My dad had difficulty expressing his feelings up until the last couple of years of his life. I think a lot of that came from the way he grew up...in a household where love was not openly expressed. It took me most of my life to express it openly but when I finally got those words out, I was amazed at their power within my own family and also amazed that I begin to get a response. It was one of the best decisions of my life. Regarding your poem, my read paints the picture of a girl who grew into an adult and lost herself somewhere along the way and the reaching out to the father is that element of trust in the belief that he always made everything okay, at least in childhood. There is a longing to return to that time. Good Poem...I enjoyed very much. Thanks for sharing. WB


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

Dead on Wayne Brown. Thank you for stopping by and for your kind comments. : )


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foggyfrog 6 years ago from Northern California

Such a thing of beauty and sadness! Too bad so many of us can relate to it, but how important that you could put into how many of us feel into words. Looking forward to reading all of your hubs.


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

Thank you foggyfrog. I agree, it is a sad thing that so many relate. But at the same time, it's a reassuring thing as well. : )


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KewlWriter 6 years ago from United States

Its so beautifully written. Even I sometimes think I should have spent more time with my dad, but its too late for me also now. Anyways you are a good writer.


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BeccaHubbardWoods 6 years ago from Outside your window... Author

Thanks for your kind comment, Kewl.


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sligobay 6 years ago from east of the equator

Wow Becca. Powerful and painful. The title suggests that there may be some other unexpressed pain that must be read between the lines. The longing for parental love and approval continues long after the deaths of my own parents. Cheers.


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leni sands 5 years ago from UK

In my 'The Apology' monologue hub the discussion is about my father-in-law (dad).

I just wished that my own dad had been around at all. In body or in spirit. He first left when I was two, then again when I was about four and eventually my parents divorced when I was about eight. I am the youngest of four and he (my dad) used to come and pick the boys up most weekends for a couple of years. Sometimes my sister and I would go as well but we didn't like his new girlfriend. Then when I was eleven, my father disappeared completely, taking the youngest of my two brothers with him. He was twelve and we were very close. When I was 21, my brother appeared on the doorstep with a birthday card for me. He had been in South Africa all that time. Sometime later my father appeared and arranged to meet me for coffee. I got there early and made sure I'd had coffee before he arrived. I wanted nothing from that man. As he tried to befriend me he told me 'If there is ever anything you want...' my response 'You haven't been there to give me anything I wanted all my life, why would I want anything now.' I never forgave him. He's dead now. I still cannot forgive him! Cold I know but that's how I feel.

Great poem Becca, I loved it, hit right home.


Doug Turner Jr. 5 years ago

Great poem and, based on the comments I see here, very provocative. You have inspired much discussion. Well done and I'm glad to be following you.


Chi-Chi 5 years ago

I liked this. It has reall emotional depth. I can't imagine not telling my children I love them every time I see them. Some men think it makes them weak; I think it makes me a better man, that I say it without hesitation. I love my kids and I want them to know it every day.


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Neil Sperling 5 years ago from Port Dover Ontario Canada

I get the feeling he sends you a hug though my words -- *hugs*


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ashleeosborn 3 years ago

Fantastic poem. Definitely pulled at the heart strings for me as well as many others. It's takes talent to write a poem so many people can so closely relate to. Great work.


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blondey 3 years ago

Snappy title. But very meaningful poem (title scared me at first!)

My dad never said me loved me either. I wished he would. I know how you feel.


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taanirudh 3 years ago

wow .........great poem really speaks your heart out


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Jodah 6 weeks ago from Queensland Australia

Wonderful poem that I am sure a lot of people can relate to. So sad. Thanks for sharing.

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