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Things Unsaid

a father's day poem from a girl with things left to say

By Savannah K. WilsonPublished 2 years ago 2 min read
The First Sunday of September is Father's Day in Australia

There are so many things I wish I said to you

Since you left, that list has only grown as I grew

How come I don’t get to say the things I need to say?

Wish I could have hugged you one last time

Should have said, I love you dad

Wish I could have made one last trip together

Should have said, you’re my hero dad

Wish we had gone fishing one last time, just us

Should have said, there’s something I need to tell you dad ...

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How I wish you didn’t get sick …

Why did that happen to us? It’s not fair!

Life is a cruel thing I have found

No day more cruel than that day

Why did I have all this time with you taken away?

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Oh, how I cry and scream when I think of what you’ll miss

What you have already missed

Wish you could meet the love of my life (so do I)

I would say, dad, be nice

Wish I could hug you on my wedding day when (if) it comes

I would say, dad, don’t cry

Wish you could walk me down the aisle on that (possible) day

I would say, dad, thank you

For everything

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But most of all, of everything gone and not to be …

If I had one chance, just one moment’s chance to fix things

I would hold you close, to feel your protection one last time

All these years past, still my biggest regret; should have, would now say,

Wish I’d said ... dad, I’m a girl

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The first Sunday of September (Today, the 1st) is Father's day in Australia, and it's a complicated day for many for so many reasons, and an odd day for me ... A day that reminds me that I have now lived more of my life without dad than with him. A day that reminds me he never met the real me, because I didn't have the words or the courage to say it when I could. A day that reminds me of all the things dad hasn't been here for. A day that reminds me of all the moments he won't be here for ...

So while this poem is about me, my dad, and the specific hurt and pain I have from him not being in my life. I dedicate it to anyone else who also has lost their dad and feels like there are things left unsaid.

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Savannah K. Wilson

She/Her | Australian 🏳️‍⚧️ Author

Queer and all class with a touch of sass! (or maybe the reverse!)

short stories, poetry, life experience

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    Written by Savannah K. Wilson