Poem and Reflection
Poem and Reflection
I looked at you and smiled the other day
I thought you’d see me but you didn’t
I said, “I love you” and waited for what you would say
I thought you’d hear me but you didn’t
I asked you to come out side and play ball with me
I thought you’d follow but you didn’t
I drew a picture just for you to see
I thought you’d save it but you didn’t
I made a fort for us back in the woods
I thought you’d camp wit me but you didn’t
I found some worms n’ such for fishing if we could
I thought you’d want to but you didn’t
I told you about the game hoping you’d be there
I thought you surely come but you’d didn’t
I asked you to share my youth with me
I thought you’d want to but you couldn’t
My country called me to war, you asked me to come home safely
But I didn’t
By
Stan Gebhardt
My mom died when I was one so I only knew one parent during my lifetime. Up until the age eight my dad was like any normal father. He would work, and dropped me and my sisters off at daycare, talks to us, and even tell us stories at night. I don’t know what happened to change all that. My sister thinks he started taking drugs, whatever the case is, from that point I felt like I was always in trouble- like I did something wrong.
The only thing I wanted from my dada was for him to go out and do things with me. That would of showed me that he cared and we probably wouldn’t of argued that much. Since my dad wasn’t there for me I had to go out and do things on my own. I had to go some were else to have a good time. That said to me that he didn’t care, even though I know he did.
When my dad seemed to stop caring and started yelling with all of his mood changes, I started emotionally changing and getting depressed. I tried all sorts of things to make contact with him and show him I cared. I cooked for him and cleaned the house but he would still yell at me and degrade me. At times he would tear the house apart, tipping the...