Dear Dad

by Peter DeJesse   Oct 6, 2005


Hi Dad, How are you?
I am doing fine here on earth
Working hard everyday
Always have to prove my worth

From the day you passed away
I had to learn everything on my own
You couldn't be there to advise me
With you gone, I am so alone

Being the Man Of The House at nine
Is indeed a very large undertaking
Working all the hours I could
To pay the bills we're making

Paper routes and mowing lawns
Shoveling snow and such
Brought some money in
Even though it wasn't much

Getting older and liking girls
Had to ask my sisters for advice
On the subject of love and desire
They told me to always be nice

So Dad, I miss you so much
Though I didn't know you long
Grew up without your influence
How I learned about life was wrong

I wonder how my life would be
If you taught me how to be a man
Was I better off without you?
Did I learn everything I can?

Anyway, I turned out to be a good man
Had to grow up way too soon
Raised with a woman's perspective
Mom thought that I hung the moon

So I will now say goodbye to you
You are always on my mind
I realized now that you have helped me
Become a man that is generous and kind

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  • 18 years ago

    by skyfox

    Your Dad would be so proud. Your poem is a credit to you and the memory of your much loved Dad

  • 18 years ago

    by Angie

    A beautifully sad write Peter, you've got me crying...... I know you miss your dad, but he has been watching you over the years and he knows what a wonderful loving caring man you've turned out to be. Bless your heart honey, I love you......

  • 18 years ago

    by bluehun

    My dad died wen i was ten.left with 2 sisters and a mum.noone to control my anger,anger at why you let me so young.ive 6 kids now ..but im an alcoholic...cus still i miss my dad,and no-one to tell.well done you`ve done it beaten the hard bad times.made a new life .underneath the tears.me mum been gr8,sisters been sh&ts,wife kids gr8.me selfish just want me dad.

  • 18 years ago

    by Ann Stareyes

    Peter
    Touching and so heartfelt, my friend...
    Dad would be proud...

    hugs, love, Ann

  • 18 years ago

    by Bill Turner

    Peter, this is a moving poem. Touching. Heartfelt.

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