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Lost Little Girl

What has been done, can't be undone.

By Carol TownendPublished 3 months ago 2 min read
Lost Little Girl
Photo by lauren lulu taylor on Unsplash

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,





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.


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.

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About the Creator

Carol Townend

Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.

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  • Jonathan Townend3 months ago

    A harrowing and traumatic experience that should never rear its ugly head within any family. Sadly, this retelling of true emotional events won't be the only isolated moment for others to have gone through, I imagine. It makes me wonder how many other children that go through this right now today. These events won't be isolated I fear because local authorities are blind to anything because they never believe the young person, rather they would believe every parent. The world needs to wake up to what is an ongoing cristis in families still today.

  • Omgggg, this was so heartbreaking! I'm so sorry this happened to you 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️

  • Naveed 3 months ago

    Your poem is a powerful testament to the resilience of the human spirit, which endures despite the pain inflicted. Your courage in sharing this deeply personal experience is a reminder of the importance of love, nurturing, and the lasting impact of parental relationships on one's life.

  • Novel Allen3 months ago

    I identify with this more than you know, not the father, but another in later life. Yet we cannot let them turn us into something like them. You have to do whatever your heart is content with doing. Make the decision that you are sure that you will be comfortable living with. Make peace with the past, and wave it goodbye.

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