Broken Daughters Why couldn't you be a daddy, like daddies suppose to be? With tenderness and a love so strong, would you have died for me? To see others with their daddies, such happiness was there. It made me sad to watch them, we felt you didn't care. To crawl up on your daddies lap and feel his love so deep, That never happened to us at all, you made that seem so cheap. Dirty is the way I feel, when I think of things you did. To me and my sister, as teenagers, as kids. Why did you do it daddy? Why did you do those things? I really need an answer, you made us feel such shame. Sometimes I feel I hate you, sometimes I think I do. But Jesus said Love everyone, and that means even you. I 've always wanted to forgive you, but you never even asked. It's as though it never happened or should be left there in the past. And when I think my minds ok, it gets messed up again. I try to get over it myself, but the cycle never ends. At times I want to forget you , and all that you have done. But then inside I'll grow this guilt, I cannot over come. Sometimes I think it'd be easier, if you were in your grave. But even then you'd haunt me, because I felt that way. You could never know the damage you've done to your little girl. It wasn't just my memories, you messed up my whole world. And Father's Day I hate to see, because of the father you were to me, but if I let it slip on by, it's me that pays with guilt but why? God knows I want to hate you and forget I am your kid. But my heart won't seem to let me, because of what Jesus did. I even some times wonder, when in heaven we shall be, will I still remember the things you've done to me. A child should love their father, and a father love his child, the memories of years gone by should always make you smile. When I think of my own childhood, when I was there with you. It makes me sick because you did things fathers just don't do. I really loved you daddy, I believed what you said was true. If I told ,you said that they'd blame me, so I never told on you. Well now I am much older, and I finally realize, what I thought was love for you was pity in disguise. So what should I do daddy, will I ever forgive you? I do not know that answer, cause it all depends on you. Like our Father that is in heaven, forgiveness is there can't you see. But you can't get it until you ask from Him or even me. By: Donna L. Eaton |