Kids Poems » Papa, you know what hurts me most?

Papa, you know what hurts me most?

It is not lost balloons,
Nor Barbies with broken legs;
Not kites with broken strings,
Nor even broken promises.

You know what hurts me most

It is not the dentist’s visits,
Nor needles and injections;
Not colourless medicines,
In green little bottles.

You know what hurts me most?

It is not the rainbow that fades,
Nor the daisy that withers;
Not the kitten with a broken leg,
Nor my broken little swing.

You know what hurts me most?

It is not being chased by bullies,
Nor being called names;
Not scoring my tests so badly,
Nor being told off so rudely.

You know what hurts me most?

It is when you leave me alone,
to cuddle my doll alone;
Too busily working day and night,
Not even kissing me good night.

You know what hurts me most?

It is when you are busily walking away,
On your phone talking away,
And when I call ‘papa’ so loud
I see on your face a dark cloud.

I want a pat, to sit on your lap,
A bear hug, a playful slap,
I want to sit on your shoulders,
To look at the world of colours.

Papa, you know what hurts me most?

It is when you act,
As though I didn’t exist.