Lost Little Girl
What has been done, can't be undone.
I was the apple of your eyes,
Your little girl,
Your little dancer,
Your little star,
Until she walked in,
And you walked out.
You treated me like a shadow,
Like a piece of dirt on the ground;
I begged you to love me,
But you never uttered those words
After that,
Not a single sound.
Gone were the days of playing in the park,
Gone were the days of holidays,
Birthdays,
Love,
Affection,
Laughter,
Gone were the days of a parent who used to care.
You chose to walk beside the other woman,
You left us, and my mum;
You walked blindly into the sun,
And you abandoned me too.
You made up excuses not to see me,
Said that your new love couldn't cope with me;
But, your new love wasn't your daughter,
I was.
You ignored my cries of pain,
You never noticed when I got hurt;
I needed you more than ever,
But you weren't there.
You were brutal to me;
You treated me in ways I would
never treat my own daughter,
Or son.
You used severe physical punishment,
And you punished me emotionally too.
Now,
You are unwell;
You won't remember me in years to come,
They say that I should be there,
What has been done,
Can't be undone.
You haven't bothered with me,
Since I grew up,
You've never called me,
Never spoke with me;
And, you never got to know
Your grandkids when they were young.
I became your lost little girl,
While my siblings became your joy;
You chose to push me further into the shadows,
Despite my efforts to try.
Yes, I know;
You know your other adult children,
And, grandchildren really well;
You've watched them grow up;
Though you never took a minute to
see my children, also your grandchildren
to grow up.
You never got to know your
son-in-law either;
You know, the man who has been there
for me more than you.
The man who did your job;
Picking up the shattered pieces of
my heart for over 20 years.
So, I won't make any apologies,
Because I can't be there,
For a parent who was never there
For me.
A parent I have never known,
In over 20 years.
I don't wish you any harm,
I wish you a peaceful life,
But if in death you pass,
I can't be there to say goodbye.
Saying goodbye would be like
grieving a stranger;
I will grieve the dad I used to know,
Before I became,
The lost little girl;
The little girl with no confidence,
No self-esteem,
No self-worth,
No trust.
The lost little girl who didn't
know love,
Or who she was,
Because you didn't teach her so.
About the Creator
Carol Ann Townend
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