A somber poem about a stepdad who left his family and is deeply missed by his stepdaughter.
Stepdad
It was so dark and cold that night.
That’s when they had another fight.
And as I lay upon my bed,
loud screams of hatred filled my head.
A look of dread engulfed my face.
That’s when they had another fight.
And as I lay upon my bed,
loud screams of hatred filled my head.
A look of dread engulfed my face.
And how I wished to leave that place.
The door slammed shut and out he went.
But with him all my love I sent.
And as his headlights raced away,
I thought he would be back some day.
But with him all my love I sent.
And as his headlights raced away,
I thought he would be back some day.
My longing for him soon did grow.
That he was gone for good, I did not know.
That he was gone for good, I did not know.
He left our lives, twas bittersweet.
I know no more we’ll ever meet.
No longer will he make me laugh.
I know no more we’ll ever meet.
No longer will he make me laugh.
Without him here, my soul is half.
No warm, calm smiles and gentle touch
of that dad I loved so much.
Although he was just my step dad,
my days with him, the best I’ve had.
No warm, calm smiles and gentle touch
of that dad I loved so much.
Although he was just my step dad,
my days with him, the best I’ve had.
I was so sad after he went.
More time with him I wish I’d spent.
Although I miss him in my heart,
in ways it’s best we had to part.
He told me that at times to grieve.
But when you’re down, you must believe.
Although I miss him in my heart,
in ways it’s best we had to part.
He told me that at times to grieve.
But when you’re down, you must believe.
Your family may be far away,
but way deep down, they’re here to stay.
but way deep down, they’re here to stay.
He taught me that even though they’re gone,
when someone leaves, you must stay strong.
Although you lose someone who’s dear,
it doesn’t mean the end is here.
Although you lose someone who’s dear,
it doesn’t mean the end is here.
© Hayley L. Benjamin
Source: Step-Dad, Poem about Sadness
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