Poem: Hands on Knees

Little girl sat patiently waiting

hands on knees, heart is aching.

Be a brave girl, don’t start crying

neatly wrapped presents, I begin sighing.

Today is my birthday, a moment to share

No brothers or sisters, it seems unfair.

Now that you have a your new family life,

I’m no longer wanted, it cuts like a knife.

I know you will not come to see me,

let this, a lesson to me be.

Tick tock the loud clock, ears are ringing.

Endless waiting, endless wanting, endless needing

The years have passed, and I still wait.

Many nights spent, filled with overwhelming hate.

For always that little girl exists inside,

from the outside world these feelings I hide.

You have broken my soul beyond repair,

I lie awake wondering, staring into night air.

Nothing in my life has proved to be harder

than being a daughter in want of love from her father.

Poem: Hands on Knees

RedWine

Melksham, United Kingdom

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