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

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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About the Creator
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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