Dear Dad,
I'm sorry I'm not the little girl you'd hoped that I would be.
I'm sorry for all the mean things I said when I didn't get my way.
I'm sorry I hate my last name.
I'm sorry for lying to you about myself and things that I've done.
I'm sorry that I smoked pot that one time; I hated it if that makes you feel any better...
I'm sorry that I'm not straight and that you're not okay with my sexuality; I'm pansexual by the way and I know you won't understand that.
I'm sorry I may not marry a man when I'm older.
I'm sorry for not calling when I said I would.
I'm sorry that you're hurting.
I'm sorry I can't be there for you... That I can't take care of you.
I'm sorry that mom didn't name me after your mother; Edna is a cool name. Although, I do like my own... It's a nice name as well, it means pearl light. Did you know that?
I'm really sorry, Dad, for all the times I may have hurt you.
I hope you still continue to love me unconditionally, because even though I've hurt you I will always love you. You are my father after all...
Sincerely,
M.A
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Maisie (ducky) Trefry
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I am 17 yrs old & love to read, write, & create just about everything. Photography, art, & music are some of my passions. Please enjoy reading my poems & things because I enjoy writing them and would love to do more!
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Book Lover
Page after page, the distinct smell did not leave her senses. The old, faded pages were soft on the pads of her fingertips until there no longer were any to turn by her gentle touch. The pages were gone and her heart sank a little as she came to the realization that she now has to begin another book and become attached, yet again, to the fictional characters she carried around inside her book bag. She considered them her friends, these characters. She had glimpsed into their lives and they would forever be etched into her memory, up until the day she leaves this world and carries onto the next. And even then, these characters will dance into the stars and be cast back down to the archives of the next generation that will remember them as well. These new souls will be parallel with hers; an audience to the personalities grown on the roots of this earth.
By Maisie (ducky) Trefry6 years ago in Poets
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