Miss You Daddy (poem)

Before you read I have to tell you that I wrote this just weeks after my father passed,back then the title ‘Miss You Daddy’ felt appropriate and so it stayed,I was little still,only fourteen,so this is very childish and over-dramatic,we Indians are dramatic by nature but I am not the same girl anymore (just saying)…I’m sharing this poem regardless,maybe you’ll see the sincerity with which this was written…
And the video that I’m sharing here is from the very time my life got dark,this song would bring floods of tears each time it was heard and it was a constant on the T.V then.It was my father who taught me how to cycle,it was he who first let go and I’ve loved cycling since then hence this song is all the more special for the memories it brings,also there’s a scene in the song towards the end where the father carries his child and dances,my Daddy used to do that with me and he had a special tune for it,thankfully I still remember the tune and it’s a big part of my life,even today…
the meaning of the song in short is ‘you are my heart,you are my life,you are naive and you are a monster…you are alone and I’m lonely,but when in life we have each other there’s no place for sadness’

Miss You Daddy

Oh Daddy where are you?
I don’t know where to search for you,
I don’t know if I’ll ever find you,
I love you lots,I think you know,
then why did you leave me and go?
But I always feel you are somewhere near me,
Daddy I call you so many times,can’t you hear me?
Daddy without you I am so incomplete,
your heart was so clean and neat,
then why did God take you up so soon?
To me and my life you were such a boon.
Daddy without you I feel so empty,
You can’t come back is there no possibilty?
Daddy I am down on my knees,
I’m begging you please,
I swear all the mischief I’ll cease,
your loving words keep ringing in my ears,
what can I do but shed tears.
Daddy please come back to me,
hold my hand and lead,
I love you loads and I’m missing you loads.

©Seema Tabassum 2015
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To read about how I felt about his sudden demise and how it affected us kindly click here.

6 Comments

  1. What a heart warming story, my dad refused me permission to go to his funeral without being man enough to tell me. So I never got a reason other than my behavior while growing up. Being forgiven by the right people carries more weight than gold, yet when not forgiven it becomes the anchor to ones remorse. Well Done my dear, I enjoyed learning about you through your dad. Tremendous share my dear, I salute you for having the nerve to do so. :-))

    • thank you for reading Bo,i think you are the brave one here sharing your story with me,it must’ve been tough on you to be disowned,sometimes dialogue is all we need to sort things out between two people,relationships if not smooth are a cause for great agony,i know that well,sorry that you had to go through much Bo,i hope you forgive him and understand that it must’ve been hard for him too…i hope your health is picking up,i wish you all the best,please take care,heal soon and God bless,hang on to your faith Bo all will be well in time.

  2. Very expressive and very emotional. I can relate however you had your dad longer. Mine died when I was only 10. So some of the poems I wrote then were really my way of letting out the sorrow but many years later I did write poems about what I felt then and of course since he died when I was a child I stuck with the term daddy for he was and always will be daddy. You know it is a comfort though that our dads never really leave us. They watch over us and are ever beside us through our life’s journey. Blessings to you.

    • thank you very much for reading Rasma,I’m sad to hear that your father left the world when you were only ten,pains my heart to know that you must know so little about him,does it bother you? My biggest woe is that I don’t know much about the man I came from,I want to know if I have any similar traits or habits … anyways…the only solace is in knowing that they are always around,I feel that…blessings to you too Rasma,thank you for stopping by and for letting me know a part of your story,have a nice weekend 🙂

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