Pain In Print

• Diana Gitman, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2008

I was only 9,
When i had to choose,
Which parent to live with,
And which one I’d lose.

I said, 'Dad, I love you,
But momma needs me more'.
There were tears in his eyes,
As he walked out the door.

When I was only 9 years old,
My daddy went away.
He said he'd always love me,
But he said he couldn't stay.

It happened 4 years ago
Though it seems like yesterday,
I remember it clearly
Twas a cold winters day.

You told me you loved me
Then left through the door
3 bags and a suitcase..but seemed like so much more.

Pain in my heart as I watch the family split apart,
Things might never be the same,
Betrayal is the game,
The tears in my eyes as we say our Goodbyes,
I ask myself why,
Why does it gotta be this way?

I guess I'll never get it,
Did I do something bad?
My parents got divorced,
But why did I lose my dad?

Why won't you be the dad,
I yearn for and deserve,
Instead of just basically,
Kicking me to the curb.

We talk on occasion
But you never listen
You say you aint got time no more
So I continue wishing

It wasn’t easy but I survived
Because my momma was by my side
I'll never get why
You do the things the way you do
I wish I could comprehend
I try, I really do
And as you live with your new wife, just remember one thang
You gave me life and where you real family.

And I hope one day you realise and feel guilty for what you did,
To a 13-year-old girl whom you called your kid.

This story is true,
I wish I could change it.
But life aint fair,
And I can't rearrange it.