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[aid] => Mick
[title] => He let me down all those years
[time] => 2003-07-24 19:05:00
[hometext] => This is a new approach for me. This poem will be a little more closed minded than the rest. I wrote this for my brother-in-law Jason, the most amazing man on this planet. He deserves pure happiness. He told me all of **this** last night and I decided, I needed to put it all together and give it to him.
[bodytext] => I was all alone in a place, where I couldn't escape the memory. He wasn't there when I took my first step, and he wasn't there when I needed someone to look up too. I would wait up at night for him, but he never once showed up. And I was forced to disappear into my room and sleep for the rest of the night. And I thought, "Daddy, stand a little prouder. You're leading me." My mom never once noticed, she was holding down two jobs and a steady boyfriend. When I was seven he showed up on the door step and said he wanted to start all over. My mother shook her head and that was that. I went to him every weekend. Every Friday night I would wait in the grocery store parking lot, praying that soon he would show up to pick up his little boy. One night he never showed up... and I walked home alone, in the darkness of the night. And all I could think was, "Daddy, stand prouder. You're leading me." At fourteen I remember calling him asking for money for camp. All the kids in town were going and I did not have enough money. He laughed at me and hung up the phone. I decided then that I wanted nothing to do with that man. A new man had replaced him, a man I could call my Father. A man that actually cared and didn't give up when times got rough. And when I turned 18, he showed up at my graduation, and left before my name was even called to the stage. I had been so embarrassed by the man that was called my Father. He was the impidiment of everything I never wanted to be. One year later at my wedding day, he showed up wanting to talk. And all I could say was, "You should have stood a little prouder. You're leading me." And with that I walked away and began my new life... never once saying another word to the man that let me down all those years. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 21 [informant] => stargazer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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