Father Daughter Love Poems or Love Poems About Father Daughter

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I am not a father
Nor I am a mother
I am just a daughter
That is growing better...

Father, you have been away
I truly wish you have stayed
Hugging me as I lay
I don't need much penny...

All I have been missing is you my daddy
Your love and your real company...

Look, how I am now
I pursued my little vow
Hoping always, You'll be proud
It's alright if you'll not be loud...

All I want is for us to bond...

Yes, I am neither a kid nor a child
Ever anymore
But still, there is that longing
I cannot deny...

I miss you much, daddy...

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2ND PLACE - TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY...
NOTE: I REALLY MISS A FATHER'S LOVE..

You grew up going from place to place.
Folk thought you wouldn't amount to a thing.
You were a wander til you heard love calling.
Your life changed on that extraordinary day.
Because your wayward position in life was no more.
You taught me how to recognize true love,
You showed how much I was loved.
You taught me how to ride my first bike.
You showed me how to work hard
You showed me how to put love into what I did
You showed me to proud just being me.
You thought you didn't have purpose or a legacy,
Because you grew up in the foster system.
Boy were you wrong, everything I am is “You”
Many thought you were nothing but a screw up
Boy you proved them all wrong( including you).
Me and my kid was your purpose and legacy,
You were my daddy and an incredible man.


Dedicated to all the incredible fathers everywhere

Alexis Y.
1-4-19

Adam of Love
barely knew what to put 
in black and white
with the Light in his heart
the dark able to look through.
A man of wealth
warmth and tenderness
the precious kernels of his soul.
A smile grew from his ribs
revealing inner rarity and creed.
Nature, his ancestors and his
in nature my Adam
so loving, so caring, so sweet.
Adam of Faith
in his prayers, Allah he never failed
imbued with a stainless strong belief.
Words of God dwell in his feelings
many a time overflowed into tears
reaching out for his deeds.
Adam of my heart
ever my words would me betray
to draw and paint your portrait
magic colours yet didn’t find their way
to meet your beauty
Dad, apple of my soul.

October 2nd, 2018

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry WNiday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel

In my father's eyes, I'll always be his princess,
No matter how old I've grown, he still sees
His little girl, dancing across the invisible stage
Before him.
A living Cinderella in miniature form, whom
Will never grow up, and thinks her dad is prince
Charming, and the strongest man on earth.
Cradling within this wondrous heart, is devotion’s
Biggest fan, the man I call my father, he's protector,
Comforter, and the everlasting image, of the perfect
Man that I idolize.
No wizard's wand or sword, holds more magic
Than his tender words of wisdom, as I stroll
Down the yellow brick road of life, I'm his
Dorothy, and he is, the Wizard of my oz.
Oh Papa, you've instilled the wonderment
Of this world within me, and I know, no matter
Where I roam, he shall always be a part
Of me.
You've always said, no matter how old I get
That within thy heart, a princess remains, timeless, 
Ageless, as if Alice, hidden behind the looking glass, 
Peering through from wonderland, magical world.
Perfection's cherished rose, whom never loses it's
Petals, but blossoms nourished by loves fertile soil,
That only a father's faith can provide.
I'll always be his princess, no matter what bad
Choices I may make in life, I know he'll pick me
Up and smooth out the wrinkles in my velvet gown,
Wiping away my tears, turning them instantly into diamond
Shards, and letting me dance away again, clapping
For this his darling princess
So let the musical waltz of life, play forever forward,
As I lightly tip toe, across destiny’s ballroom floor.
My dancing card remains eternally full, written within
One name stands out, it is yours dearest sweet man.
He is after all my prince charming, and I am
His dearest little girl, and of coarse in his eyes
Always his little princess.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day

You never said the words yet I heard them
all the time in your eyes as they crinkled
in laughter when you lifted me on your shoulders,
as I ran to you when you came with the dusk,
with the gold in sunset and silver at moonrise.

You never asked me not to cry, yet I saw
the dark chocolate in your eyes turn sour 
at the salty waters running down my cheeks.
You went on a plane and I wished to have wings,
to travel free over your desert flyways for a while.

I never dreamed your dream, and had I known,
O, had I known, I never would have said yes.
Then, you never would have had to go away;
I wouldn’t have had to meet you, now inside a box.
My glass too shattered, I damn the river in my eyes.


Devices :Alliteration, Allusion, Assonance, imagery, metaphor,  mood


For Cyndi MacMillan's FIVE PROOF:  FREE VERSE THAT SHOWS IT AIN'T NO PROSE
21 January 2015

Bright stars shine in night skies
Like bangles, baubles and beads
Puts a twinkle in every girl's eyes
Like a gift of fine jewelry

A pair of sun stone earrings
Presented to the daughter I love
Some expensive fatherly bling
The price for her, one hug

Red copper reflecting inclusions
Dark middles fade to light edges
An adventurine feldspar illusion
Perfect for eternal love pledges

Turquoise blue or teal green schiller
Either one is an eye to heart thriller


    October 21 2016
 ladies ring size 7 1/2  color: teal green

You wanted someone strong; you wanted someone who wouldn’t crackYou thought you were making me tough by breaking me downYou told yourself it was the only way, because I wasn’t the boy you wanted
No
I was a girl, your first bornI was delicate, young, and very impressionableI grew numb to the pain I became accustom to
You succeededYou made me into someone the world couldn’t shatter, because you can’t break something that’s already in pieces.

To My Dearest Daughter, Sommer..

When I was growing up love seemed a very elusive and capricious thing, and I spent more time just trying to understand it than I did actually looking for it, (as it seemed to follow me around when I was vibrant and youthful and attractive).

And every-so-often I'd hear a parent talk about a "love greater than themselves", and while most of what adults said when I was a teenager went in one ear and out the other, there was something very powerful about that thought, and something that felt quite beyond my capacity..

I wasn't in a hurry to be a daddy, and it honestly scared the hell out of me, because I was not remotely in a place where I was ready to be through having fun, (and I believed it meant giving everything else up for the drudgery of marriage and parenting).

So I remember very clearly driving to the hospital after you were born, (thirty-six years ago!), and the mixed emotions I felt at the thoughts of all that your entrance into this world entailedBut when you were placed in my arms, and you looked up into my eyes for the first time, I was speechless..

Tears ran down my face for an emotion that I had never felt before, a reason that I had always felt beyond my abilitiesHere for the first time was something that meant more than the sum total of every event and accomplishment and experience that had come before -

A love so overwhelmingly larger than anything I had ever felt or expected to feel, and a human being more beautiful and precious than life itselfNo one will ever accuse me of being Father-of-the-Year, (or anything close)..

I've made more mistakes than most three other people, but I pray that, if nothing else, you have always known how much I love you despite my failings, and if not, that you do nowYOU gave me a reason for living that I never dreamed I would possess..

And YOU gave me an appreciation for life and love and wonder that a fool like me never deservedYou are so much better than I am, Sommer, and I am so incredibly proud of the amazing woman, person, and mother that you have become..

A year ago this summer I FINALLY got to hold you again, and I hugged you with all my strength, and tears ran down my face again, and I looked into those same eyes that brought me so much happiness over the years, and we connected again like we did that very first day..

In that unspeakable way, and all the mistakes and misunderstandings and time apart melted away, (like I KNEW they would).I pray you felt again just how much you have ALWAYS meant to my life, and how proud I am to call you my daughter..

And I pray you know how thankful I am that you came into my life all those years ago, and taught me what TRUE beauty is, and how to love with my WHOLE heartI adore you, Honey.I hope you have the best birthday you've ever had, and many more to come..

And I hope we have many more good times together in the future, cuz our time last summer just left me wanting SO much more! You will always be my baby girl, my joy, and my worth.I love you and miss you SO much!

Have the Happiest Birthday ever, Honey!

I will turn back the beautiful pages of my childhood life
with a deep love that cuts my heart like a knife-

I am walking hand in hand with my father in a park,
and in the distance is the sound of a dog bark;
then, closer the song of a morning lark-

There in that park is a pond that glistens in the sun,
where we gaze-   then traverse the nearby woods for fun 
and because of this exploring my love of nature had begun.

Holding my hand, father walks me up steep steps of a church
and an interior beautiful we examine and search-

Along the paths we journeyed, we collected rocks and things,
father would explain about feathers found from bird wings;
and from curling vines we made finger rings.
But, these reflections from the past also sorrow brings.

Because there came a day when I had to let go of his hand,
and it was in that same church where I had to stand;
after mother told me-  father had gone to God's promised land.

                            Oh, bittersweet the memory 

_________________________
April 20, 2018


Poetry/Rhyme/Oh, Bittersweet The Memory
Copyright Protected, ID 1091-905-01
All Rights Reserved Written under Pseudonym.

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you through the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you

I promised I’d always love you
From the day of your own birth.
I promise I will love you more
Than anything on Earth.
I promise I will be there
On the day you learn to talk.
I promise I will hold your hands
When you begin to walk.
I promise I will wipe your tears
At the times when you are sad.
I promise I will love you still
Even if I’m mad.
I promise I will do my best
Each and every day.
The joy you give to me is strong
But, there’s one more thing to say.
You are the apple of my eye
You are my little pearl.
I’ll always hold you in my heart
‘cause you’re Daddy’s little girl.

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had toShe couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her

Suddenly a year had passed..and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to inflict your disease on another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's  2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest

Please Support a Cure for Colon Cancer & every other type!

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"

As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much



Spiritual

The Family That God Gave to Me

I think about the family,
that God gave to me...
And think about where
 they'll spend eternity!

I think about the good times,
 that we've had.
And the trials we've faced...
Both good and bad!

God helped us to overcome
adversity together!
And proved his faithfulness...
Today and forever!

He showed us the Godly path,
 that we should follow...
And promised to be with us!
Today and tomorrow!

He's proven how
much he loves us!
And how much that he
cares for us!

Thank you my lord,
for all you do!
Where would we be?
If not for you?

You've proven yourself
over and over again!
Thank you so much,
for being our friend!

By Jim Pemberton

Written 7 March 2014
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Bruce and Jennie, both were 10,
Had been playmates all their lives.
One day, Bruce proclaimed,
“Jennie… most good men have wives.”

He professed his love for her.
Jennie said she loved him too.
They decided that getting married
Was ‘the right thing’  to do.

So, Bruce went to speak to her father,
Who was doing yard work at the time.
“May I speak to you, MrJohnson?”
“Sure, BruceWhat’s on your mind?”

“Sir, I love your Jennie;
And Jennie, she loves me;
But we need your permission
To be married… to be “We.”

Impressed by Bruce’s courage,
He knew this confrontation must be tough.
He smiled and asked, “Bruce, are you sure
You love my daughter enough?”

Bruce’s face became stern, he said,
“MrJohnson, let me tell you…
I love Jennie so much…and she loves me.
We’re both sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He was moved by Bruce’s ardor,
But permission was not his to give.
So, quick as flash, he responded,
“But Bruce…where will you live?” 

“Sir, I measured her room;
Then I measured mine.
Hers is 40 percent bigger.
We’ll live there We’ll be fine.

If we have extra stuff,
We’ll keep that in my room.
We’ll keep our places neat and tidy.
You won’t even need a broom.

And both our parents can save money 
On babysitters too.
Even if you do things on the same night,
You’ll only need one sitter, not two.”

MrJohnson was impressed with his logic,
But this marriage idea was no longer funny.
He smiled and said, “That’s good thinking, Bruce;
But what are you gonna do for money?

“Why, MrJohnson, I get twelve-fifty a week allowance;
And let me remind you, Jennie also gets ten.
Throw in our birthdays and Christmas cash….
Why, we might even have money to lend.”

Desperate now, he thought, 
“Next, I guess they’ll want a car.”
Then he asked, “But Bruce, what if you have kids?”
"Aawww," blushed Bruce..“We’ve been lucky so far.”
 

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself

A father's love is like no other
It is indescribable just like a mothers.
But yet it is different,
Both beautiful and brilliant.

A father's main job
Is to protect and love his children and wife.
My father would do anything for us,
Even risk his own life

A father's love is undeniable,
Not easily obtained.
Something that many people don't have,
But I'm proud to say I have mine claimed.

A husband's job is to respect his wife
And my dad respects that rule.
When he treats my mother with respect,
I know he is no fool.

A father must also lead the family.
It says that in Genesis 18:19.
He must lead them to pray,
And to not let God go unseen.

You have always had faith in me
Since the day of my birth.
You are my protector,
And it is unexplainable, your worth.

Ephesians 5:25-33 says,
"Husbands love your wives just as Christ loved the church."
You do that with your wife
Along with your children,
The loves of your life.

Satan can't bring you down,
No matter how hard he tried
He tries to discourage you,
Tries to make you lose your pride.

But you are stronger,
You ignore his words.
You just tune him out, 
And act like he isn't heard.

You have loved me and protected me
Since day one.
There will never be a man that loves me more.
Your love will never be outdone.

You have fulfilled God's expectations
As a husband and a father.
I am so happy your my dad,
And I'm grateful to be your daughter.

You are my protector,
You save me from danger.
You always care for the safety of your family,
And that will never change.

A father's love is undeniable,
Something cherished and loved.
I thank God I have my father's love.
It is a gift from above.

I love you dad.
That's going to stay the same
Your love and discipline has changed me,
And this is what I became.

MY FATHERS HANDS

He the man known as father, worked a common man's labor,
Never did this soul complain, even as his last breath inhaled,
On earth.
Daddy's little girl was I, the apple of eye, one might say,
The sparkles pride that lit up his spirit and made the pain
Of hardship melt away.
Calloused, and blistered, he earned every marks blemish,
Strength's scares were worn in my fathers hands
Deeply engraved within the living embodiment, 
Of truth and honor's pride, I'll carry him within me
For the rest of my life.
This mountain of a man I called dad, placed these
Tiny feet upon the right path, and even when I did
Stray he stepped in and led this wayward women
Back.
In heaven's grace he'll be watching over me,
Always and someday no doubt, we embrace once
More, and those loving hands will lovely hold this
Child now grow, and I'll know again his eternal warmth.
In blessing's grace, may the angels watch over thee,
Until we meet again, on the distant shores of Nirvana.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
CONTEST WITH THESE HANDS
12-20-2013
VISUAL #5

The first guy who kissed me by my lips
Tickled me down to my fingertips
Careful to handle me with every grip
Selfless love without a director's script

You are my first ever boyfriend
Guarding me, every now and then
Always ready to mend and defend
''My ideal man'', you set the blend

Your strong arms have held me dear
My shield through raging storm of fears
Same wide open arms keep me on cheer
Every time there are thunder rolling tears

A gaze likened to a tiger's eye
Strict and firm with my cry
Yet, tender daring me with tries
Letting me free to soar and fly

Although now, I'm more than twenty
Father,  your patience is so plenty
Providing me both love and penny
Even when things get so messy

Us, your family, is your sweetest cherry
With every ounce of life's' chevy
You remain ready and so sturdy
My love grows for you each day

Father..My ever dearest Papa.

Thank you for all love you display
I am sorry if by chance I disobey
Do know that I love you

More than those words (above)  say...

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1:37 am, May 01, 2014

                                    The Bulldog Gets Married

The day is perfect:
  Sunlight gold
    Sapphire blue
                 The skies smile down upon us
                 And the silence rings with joy.

She too, stands perfect:
  Her Beauty pure
    Her dress like snow
          Swirls about her flawless youth; 
          The quiet music starts.

Together we walk
  Hand in hand,
    Stone by stone
             Her future waits before us,
             Shining in the sun.

She who won my heart
  Rules his today;
    There he stands,
             Ablaze with love and honor
             Watching our approach.

The final end of Childhood comes
  As with one kiss
    All is sealed
         With public vows and rings
         All who witness much approve.

And the photographs 
 Are duly taken
  And the friends all laugh in love
        As my daughter rules her Day
        With not the slightest show of effort

And the Past enfolds the Present
 As we lift each glass and toast
   And we all accept our Futures
         As the sun smiles on us all,
         Enfolding us in light

Shared memories fill
  The festive air
    The dying Summer
          Yet stretches out in languid Peace
          And makes this Day Eternal

Yet even Eternities end,
  Making way for others;
    The Forever light of Childhood
          Yields to Infinite Adulthood, and that to Age,
          And on into the starry Night approaching with the shadows...

Pair by Pair
  The guests depart
    The Couple leaves to start their Life.
          The silent Wheel turns ever on,
          Bearing us upon its rim.

So she who owns my heart
  Leaves holding his
    And All is as such things should Be.
          A Summer dies, a Fall begins;
          The Quiet rains around us.

A Forever Day, this Day;
  A piece of What Will Ever Be:
    Love and Laughter
           Wrapped in gold and sapphire,
            In a Silence that rings with Joy.

Longer than twenty years it took me
Of steadfast faithful simplicity
Voicing reassurance, for her to truly get that I’m not you
Explains just how much you put her through.

Mister important ladies man, so dashing
Everyone else takes a back seat; hearts are for smashing
Another looker, another erection, another member of the ex-wife collection
Narcissism is a shameful condition, but you have zero
Shame, else you’d loathe yourself as I do, mister hero.

Love means loyalty, putting your loved ones first
Owning your impact, not rationalizing your thirsts
Your choices all--good, bad, and worst
And keeping your damned pants on when your
Lady is not around for you to ignore
Too late now, for the sake of your daughter’s heart
You’ll never fix it, but that’s no longer your part.

4/22/16
For Contest: Loyalty
Sponsor: Broken Wings

How I long to walk again
By the beaver dam.
Remember in midsummer, Dad
We stopped to roam the land.


Along I followed through 
I frowned at what I couldn't see
Your eyes so gently lifted mine
And said these words to me

"Daughter I have brought you here
To witness nature's love
To capture beauty in it's growth
And all that it may house,

Do not hasten or shut out
The untame while it lives
It'll survive within us
To pass on, to share, to give".

Then your eyes ceased control
To grasp what lay beyond
A slapping splash had announced
That we were not alone.

With this a joy surged
Within my soul and thus withheld
As peace and new awareness
Flowed no longer to be shelved.

The memory
I'll cherish of you and I, that day
It's winter now all is white
And you have gone away.

But in the spring I'll meet you there
Where the untame live
With you I'll share the struggle Dad
Of Peace and Joy to give.

Brenda Elizabeth Rose

FROM HEART TO PAPER UNEDITED

For every tear you shed from hurt
physical or emotional
For every tear you shed from shame
rightly or wrongly

My loves

my heart sheds a beat

I never knew love
Until I knew you
I love you both
from my tippy toes
to the peak
of my silver threads

Don't hurt my dears
But when you do
I will hold you tight
Encase your fears
Minimize the pain

And when my heart bleeds
or slightly feels a crack
It's because my daughters
your lives before mine.


I love you so much girls...

By John Weaver

Whenever I dream of my little girl she runs and shouts and plays
Like all the other children in all their boisterous ways
I see her skip, I see her trip; I hear her laugh and cry
Then when she’s had her fun, home she’ll run and into my arms she’ll fly
With a great big hug and a teasing tug, she’ll cuddle me close and say
‘Daddy I love you heaps and heaps’ in her cheeky little way.

Whenever I dream of my little girl, she’s healthy, fit and well
With eyes alight and a smile so bright it’s really hard to tell
That my dream is a wish and a longing, a hope for something new
For her life to be one that is normal and able-bodied too.

But then I awake and I have to forsake my dream for what is true
That she cannot walk and she cannot talk like the other children do
That she cannot shout and skip about and cuddle me close and say
The things she desperately wants to, yet in her own special way…

Instead she talks to me with her eyes and reassures me with her smile
That all is well and I can tell that she’s happy all the while
Knowing that one day in some magical way, we’ll play together and scheme
And sing and shout and skip about…in an everlasting dream.