My Father Always Said I was Special

Not as good as some of the poems posted here but whatever

My father always said I was special…
But reality never saw it that way.
I was the Loser,
The friendless one,
The nobody.
It’s seemed that life was against me.
Everyone hated me…
But that was all about to change…

A year ago my mother died,
A year ago my family cried
A year ago we all lost hope
A year ago all things changed

Now my father lay sick
Tubes sticking out everywhere
In my mind I was flashed back to when my mother died
And it was the same as the things happening now.
And all I could do was cry…

Before he died
My Father called to me to come
He looked into my eyes
And I into his
And he said…
You are special my child
And I love you…
And then he was gone

As time went by I struggled
To get through every day
I strived to be the best
To please the soul of my dad

Things turn good
Things turn great
I got a good job and a good date
Two children now
One boy one Girl
The Boy named after my father
Who was smiling from above

My father always said I was special…
And that Statement took hold
He was right…
I loved him…
And in the end
I found out that
I was always special in his eyes…

Very deep, I'm sorry for your loss, that is if this isn't hypothetical, which I hope it is, no one should lose a mother or a father.

No... Both my mother and Father are alive and well

It makes me feel that way over my reationship with MY dad.
He is a special man to me, and reading this made me weep of all the bad times we had.
I have to cherrish him while he's still alive.
Beautiful and meaningful.

I entered it into a contest but It could only be 21 lines including spaces in between parts and the poem was 49 lines

So this is what I turned in!
Hopefully I got the point through to them with out half the poem


My father always said I was special…
But reality never saw it that way.
I was the Loser,
The friendless one,
The nobody.
It’s seemed that life was against me.
Everyone hated me…
But that was all about to change…

Before he died
My Father called to me to come
He looked into my eyes
And I into his
And he said…
You are special my child
And I love you…
And then he was gone

My father always said I was special…
And that Statement took hold
He was right…
I loved him…
And in the end
I found out that
I was always special in his eyes…

That's a wonderful poem. So sad. I myself haven't had much time with my father, so a poem like that really makes me think. Nice job!