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[aid] => mick
[title] => Miss you Dad
[time] => 2010-08-03 13:33:32
[hometext] => A poem dedicated to my father
[bodytext] => It's sad to know that you're out there and I'm not with you. I think of you almost everyday and don't know why. I can't escape it. I see it and I hear it everyday, people talk about their dad and I see people with theirs. And I think what's it like? I'm grateful for my mother and I do love her. She's strong and brave raising us on her own, and I try my best to support her in my own ways. I love coming home to her but it doesn't feel right because you're not there. Even if you're still out there and maybe someday I should be able to see you, I couldn't. It'll feel wrong looking at my father and thinking he's practically a stranger, though I wish I'll get the courage. Even if I don't know you I still love you. It's not your fault so if you ever read this, don't blame yourself. It's not anyone's fault. Painful things happen and I have to accept the fact that you never saw me grow up. It's sort of hard though, to be honest. People tell me I should be grateful you're not dead, and I tell them you might as well be, they give out to me. "At least you have your precious memories" but that's the thing, I don't. I don't remember your voice, your face, your arms. Most regrettably of all, I don't remember your love. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 255 [topic] => 23 [informant] => maygee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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