Oh Daddy

Oh Daddy, how I need to forgive…

Remove this condescending mind.

Just sit with you on that bench…

Hold your hand and cry.

Oh Daddy, I can now understand…

Your fall from grace was not intentional.

This life was never in your plans…

It lost its spark, it lost its thrill.

Oh Daddy, I see pieces of me in you…

One mistake, one wrong turn.

I don’t need to walk in your shoes…

Understanding to well, the crash and burn.

Oh Daddy, I’m sorry you lost your way…

Your death on that bench, in that park.

As a homeless man, did you pray?

When you died alone, were we in your heart?

Oh Daddy, I hope that when you passed…

You could see in my heart, I understand.

© bipolarmuse 2012

17 thoughts on “Oh Daddy”

    1. Thank you Cat! I didn’t change anything at all with my blog address. I do notice that happens to me from time to time with blogs too. Maybe a wordpress issue?? Much love my friend! ♥


  1. Once again you write about potentially emotional devastation and confusion with such cleanness and clarity. It is a rare gift. Many folk would not even attempt to write of such things.


    1. Thank you Ben. I will do a more thorough post about him soon… I have had many feelings about this man I called Dad, and love became one of them once he passed away and the chance to truly know him was gone. I am sure the love was always there… but the bitterness was overpowering. ♥


  2. ::::hugs::::: beautifully written. I could feel your emotion, yes your desire to forgive keeps you held back a bit….almost as time heals


  3. “Were we in your heart…”

    and those words I can hug, sadly to share what you wanted to say. The poem cries, and that single line breaks me, not in pieces, but to realize the ending part of a beautiful life.
    It evokes emotions.


  4. Oh, I cried reading this! So heartfelt and full of emotion and love….this was top notch and impacted me in a way you could never know….but maybe you do…. Brilliant….


    1. Thank you Celeste. Writing about my Dad is hard. He wasn’t a good man by my standards and I felt like I was better than him. In truth, my standard shouldn’t have played a factor and I should have opened the opportunity to know him. 20/20 vision is always there when we can’t turn back and use it…LOL.
      I am glad you liked this. ♥♥ Much love to you dear friend. xo


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