Childhood Poem - Tumblr Posts
I want the dad back who picked me up from the school talent show and took me straight to Big Bear, pampering me with coloring books and hot baths.
Making me feel special inside, like I was in a different, more magical, sparkly world. Like everything was fun and tasted differently, because I was with him, and we were in the snow, in a little cabin.
Even just in his car on the way there I was the most special girl alive, the luckiest girl alive. He loved me. He liked me.
Enough to scoop me up and take me straight to fun.
Now my dad is dead, he’s full of gray, he’s never the same. He’s bitter where he used to be sweet. There’s dead ends where there used to be endless paths, escapades.
I don’t know if it’s my fault or his makeup. If it can’t be changed or if it’s because I changed, because I sullied it by growing up.
Where did I go wrong? Where did he start to change? When did he leave me, and become who he is now?
A cruel stranger, one who changes like the wind, one who I could never trust.