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Fathers Time
By
RobanLtil
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01 December 2008
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I've took her back to homestead,
Where I knew I'd been before,
A happy smile and wave's goodbye,
While inside I am torn.
She knows not the magnitude, in love I have for her,
I show it in my every task and daily think of her,
Try to go and carry on, but nothing can deter,
The times I cry and feel unwhole, my life without is just a blur.
When days past gone and light is shown, all starts to fit again,
Then time is close for me to leave, to pursue the only thing I know I must obtain.
We talk and talk and have a laugh, we play and mess about,
Not all good times she sometimes cry's and misbehaves, no doubt,
But there is no and never, any guarantee,
That all is good with no complaints in every sentence I agree.
I try my best and so does she, we understand perfectly,
That as her dad, when weekend comes, I class our time as quality.
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i love this. its the first poem ive ever read on this subject and you portray the emotions very well. ive rewritten your poem just for some suggestions. good work :) xx
I've taken her back to homestead,
Where I've been countless times before.
A happy smile as we wave goodbye,
While inside this heart is torn.
She cannot know the depth and strength of the love I have for her;
I show it in my every task and always think of her.
Trying to survive, I carry on, but nothing can deter,
The times I cry and feel unwhole, my life an empty blur.
As the days drag by, the light glows brighter and things make sense once more,
'Its time for me to leave,' I say, and smile as I close the door.
We talk for hours and have a laugh; we play and mess about,
Though sometimes, as small children do, she cries and wears me out.
Perfection simply doesn't exist and there will never be
Two flawless human beings - I wholeheartedly agree.
But I try my best and so does she, and I know that she can see
That as her dad, when weekend comes, I class our time as quality.
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