I love you,
And I hate you.
I love that you were my father, but I hate you because you left me too soon.
Now I’m fighting this big typhoon of emotions and fear.
Now I know, I will never be immune.
I, of five children, knew so little about when God was going to call your name.
The morning of a bright sunny day.
Waking up to have you in the kitchen burning toast
And setting the fire alarm off.
“Dad the toast!” I yelled, trying so desperately to see where I was going.
One would yell and scream, in fear and disorder.
But your response was only sweet and unassuming.
“Sorry dear. I thought the toaster would beep on its own!”.
I smiled, despite the smoke slithering out the toaster.
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Why did you leave me?
How can you expect me to live a life without your hugs?
Without your smile? without your caring heart?
You left me behind,
Too soon,
Too quick.
You promised me you would be there,
To hold me and cherish our last moments.
But you lied.
Those beautiful moments that passed so fast,
Limiting my time to take a grasp of it,
And to bask in its glory.
Ugh, I hate myself for not listening to you.
Now, I know what it’s like fatherless.
To live with a parent
Only a mother.
How could you leave me?
Leave us?
I know that God only took the best of us.
Consequently, he drained the strength of our family tree.
Despite having this knowledge,
With all the times we spent,
I can’t rest knowing that
I never got the chance to properly say “good-bye.”
I just want to let you know,
That you mean everything to me.
Only a heart as pure and dear as yours
Would give so unselfishly.
The many things you’ve done for me,
And for all us five children.
You have always been there for us.
Even in times of hardship.
Memories.
Their beautiful,
Yet destructive.
Memories leave with a short-termed happiness,
Before they torment you.
I knew that remembering these memories will only further break me,
Yet I can’t help but replay scenes of us
And I hate you.
I love that you were my father, but I hate you because you left me too soon.
Now I’m fighting this big typhoon of emotions and fear.
Now I know, I will never be immune.
I, of five children, knew so little about when God was going to call your name.
The morning of a bright sunny day.
Waking up to have you in the kitchen burning toast
And setting the fire alarm off.
“Dad the toast!” I yelled, trying so desperately to see where I was going.
One would yell and scream, in fear and disorder.
But your response was only sweet and unassuming.
“Sorry dear. I thought the toaster would beep on its own!”.
I smiled, despite the smoke slithering out the toaster.
A day, starting with a laugh; I did appreciate these days dearly, …show more content…
Why did you leave me?
How can you expect me to live a life without your hugs?
Without your smile? without your caring heart?
You left me behind,
Too soon,
Too quick.
You promised me you would be there,
To hold me and cherish our last moments.
But you lied.
Those beautiful moments that passed so fast,
Limiting my time to take a grasp of it,
And to bask in its glory.
Ugh, I hate myself for not listening to you.
Now, I know what it’s like fatherless.
To live with a parent
Only a mother.
How could you leave me?
Leave us?
I know that God only took the best of us.
Consequently, he drained the strength of our family tree.
Despite having this knowledge,
With all the times we spent,
I can’t rest knowing that
I never got the chance to properly say “good-bye.”
I just want to let you know,
That you mean everything to me.
Only a heart as pure and dear as yours
Would give so unselfishly.
The many things you’ve done for me,
And for all us five children.
You have always been there for us.
Even in times of hardship.
Memories.
Their beautiful,
Yet destructive.
Memories leave with a short-termed happiness,
Before they torment you.
I knew that remembering these memories will only further break me,
Yet I can’t help but replay scenes of us