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.
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Hi, y'all. I want you to know that this could get long, but please read it. And I hope it doesn't sound like I am irritated, I just want you to see how I saw things. Plus, I get my thoughts out better written down than verbally. First of all, now that I have found my composure, I want to say thank you for saying something last night. I wish you had said something earlier. I really didn't realize ...
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 couch and the chairs over, throwing everything he could see and even stuff in the drawers. Occasionally he would hit me or threaten me.
Intellectually I knew that much of this was due to his drinking and/or metal illness. But that didn’t make it hurt any less. I got to the point were I couldn’t take it any more and I had to make the hardest decision I ever had to make. To call the police and told them what was going on and I wanted to leave the home.
I know live with my cousins Bill and Barbara. They love me and care for me and always treat me with respect, just like they would there own children. If I tell them a goal I have for the future they will try there hardest to help me get there. They see me as a person, and for what I am now not for what they want me to be.
We worry about what a child will de tomorrow, yet we forget what that he
Is someone today.
By
Stacia Tauscher
As I look back on my own life I realize that my only real desire was for my dad to spend time with me. Why didn’t he? If there was only one thing I could say to all parents it would be to always be there for your children as they speak; spend time with them; listen to them; play with them; guide them; share you wisdom; and remember “children will not remember you for the material things you provide them but the feeling that you cherished them”-Richard L. Evans