A poem about a Dad that broke his Daughter's heart |
Believe it or not, this all started with two pieces of toast The hurt, the pain, the sadness, the heartache, and the reasons I Could not trust, nor truly know what love was. Two pieces of toast Was all it took to tear me apart, why was it something small A simple yet easily taken for granted food was what Finally made me realize how worthless you thought I was Childish to wish for a more significant revelation But on bent knees, crying, bedside I was just a girl who asked Why not two castles, or two silver clouds, or two crowns of gold Two ponies? Elephants? Or even two Velveteen rabbits Please tell me I am something more than just two pieces of toast Anything at all? Have I been bad, do I not make you proud I have tried for years to forgive you for the hurt, all the lies The broken promises. You are suppose to be care, be there Instead you are gone and I am less than two pieces of toast I've traveled the world. I’ve given of myself, been neighborly Been charitable. I’ve even learned to love and have been loved One remains elusive to me who continues to shun me I never understood why, I've always tried to make you smile Tried to do great things to make you see I was a good person Win your love, make you see I am worthy. Make you proud of me But for what? You see nothing not even two pieces of toast What am I? A memory of the past long since forgotten Mother left and I with her, did you erase me from your world Never to be re-written? You turned your back, punished a child A vivid recollection of the sad day I learned my worth Your words were simply stated and although not meant for my ears They made a child cry back then and a grown woman cry today The handset lifted, I heard the ‘grown up talk’ I should not have Lets put it this way: if I had two pieces of toast… I would Give them to my other girls and I would tell her she would have To starve she is not worth my two pieces of toast ~ You know what I am worthy! So goodbye ‘Father’ – I will make my own toast |