Fathers and Daughter
1968
Two men worry;
Who will take care of her?
For her, I can't wait!
One was the first to hold me--
The other--to nurture and mold me.
Memories of my dad…
Waking up early in my
Little white pajamas
Scurrying to his lap.
Watching his smoke
Dance in the morning light--
Feeling so safe.
The other man-
What did he do?
Who did he have to hold?
What made him feel safe?
My dad-
Proud of everything I do.
Loving me.
I could go on forever
about great memories of Dad.
But I have to thank the first,
for giving me the second--
This great life I've had.
2 comments:
Beautiful!
The poem you wrote gave me chills. My biological father left me shortly after I was born, and is trying to contact me now after 19 years. I had a father figure step in and fulfill duties as "dad" all my life, so your poem sums up my thoughts of my biological father. Very touching.
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