Are you there, Dad? It's Me. Emmy.
Alternate Timelines
By sleepy draftsPublished 6 months ago • Updated 6 months ago • 1 min read

Source: author's mother
Sometimes I wonder
if there's another version of you,
part of some other timeline
out there in the universe,
woven into the fabric of some other reality,
a place where
(maybe)
you're who you wanted to be;
a version of your love that isn't sick...
a version of you that isn't sick.
Would that version be proud of me?
Would he like me?
Would he walk me down the aisle?
Would he come to the father-daughter dances?
Would he be sober?
Would he know me?
Would he want to?
This isn't a poem so much as a series of questions.
(Maybe)
even a prayer.
About the Creator
sleepy drafts
a sleepy writer named em :)


Comments (8)
I admire how the poem trusts silence. The spacing, the pauses, and the unfinished feeling mirror the uncertainty of the speaker’s relationship with memory and hope.
I had this same question several decade ago. My dad and I were not closed but now we talk more often on the phone than before. He came to my wedding and we did father daughter dance without any practiced . You just got to ask. I am sure these kind of questions are asked by many who want a relationship with their parent they do not already have.
So raw and heartbreaking. This is such a powerful poem and I'm sure it wasn't an easy one to write.
Sending you a huge hug of comfort my friend! 🙏🏾🫂
My heart broke reading this. Sending you lots of love and hugs Em 🥺❤️
This is so sad.
Asking questions can sometimes be therapeutical… and you never know the answers may come your way. I hope you’re doing well Em.
Tender and touching, as well as being a little sad. Nicely done and sometimes its better to stick with the questions, leaving the answers open