Tonight becomes your night / As you turn your tassel. / A new door now opens / As you leave high school hassles. There’s a wondering in y…
Written the night before my daughter was to graduate from high school.
You came to me at a point so low, / I held you once and will never let go.
Written For My Daughter
A mother I think so much of, / a friend I truly need / Sometimes I may seem horrid, / but it’s only teenage creed Mum, I love you so much…
This is a poem my daughter Roslyn wrote me when she was aged 13. We had all just survived a torrid period of time where she became this uncontrollable teenager who made our life truly difficult. / Thankfully we all made it through and we all can now look on that time as something we all learned a lot from. Roslyn now at 22 says if she could turn back the clock and rewrite the book she would, but at the time she thought we, her parents, were only imposing boundaries and rules for no good reason other than to be a thorn in her side. She couldn’t see, and wouldn’t see till later, how hard this was on herself and her family. A self-obsessed time but a time she now has so much regret for and understanding of. She did come out of it though and I think the love for her that we never ever abandoned, though it was sorely tested, and the doggedness of us not giving up, won in the end. / Maybe it was a time that she needed to experience and just get over and done with. / She did become again the lovely girl she had been and quickly matured into a great empathetic teenager and now is a truly wonderful young woman I am so very proud of and love enormously. We have a beautiful relationship and this poem she wrote me and presented so beautifully typed out on lovely paper is one of my greatest treasures. Take heart from this when you go through the rough times with your own kids. Susan Davies inspired me to post this poem after reading her lovely poem “Children Are A Blessing”. Thanks Sue.
But for so many years I have slept here.. / Amongst the creepy things. / The solid heavy tears / The bags and bags of sentiment and fears / T…
This is an extension from yesterdays world.. / I have done Inner Child Work.. I seriously thought for many years that this connecting to the ‘Inner Child’ was hogwash… 2 years ago in May… I met a women who changed my life.. HERE IS THE EXERCISE SHE ASKED ME TO DO THAT DID CHANGE MY LIFE / I believe that in finding this missing part of me I then turned on my switch to the treasures that is my creative spirit. I feel this work is why I am artist today.. i met my little girl… .. Yesterday she reminded me to.. / COME OUT AND PLAY… (April 2008) / I went to the beach and took shots.. so many of these toe and sand shots.. I was fascinated.. and in Love.. with Her..Me..Life
I can get choked up thinking about my two daughters. They are the two / most wonderful people in the world, and if you met them you woul…
Written on a Monday, December 12, 2005…inspired by my daughters love.
You embed your trust into an anvil and tie it to my guts.
This is a short-story/open letter of a sort. It marks my first completed attempt at writing about a subject I have struggled with for many years. Thank you Bell for the inspiration. And thanks to those of you who read it, because my Dad always wanted everyone to read. Dad, this is for you.
When I act a bit too silly, / Or climb the monkey bars, / When I dance to elevator music, / Gently she smiles at me. When I put on a sill…
My Megan is 11 and reached that wonderful age of seriousness. I am 38 and have reached that age of silliness (about 36 years ago…lol). I am always amused at how she accepts, to a point, my inate need to embarass my children. For some reason I do not embarass her, though I do try..LOL / Even now I hear her voice, “It’s okay its just Daddy.” I love you Megan! This is part of a series of three, a poem for each of my Daughters, Taryn KiKi
The way she smushes my cheeks, / And says, Daddy I love you, / Melts me to the core, / Each time it feels so new. The way she always danc…
My youngest is a dancer, though she does not have the classic shape of a ballerina. She is a solid little thing, yet manages such sweet and often funny dances. She makes them up and performs them for me. She is sooo cute! Daddy loves you KiKi! This is part of a series of three…one poem for each Daughter. Megan Taryn
I loved to watch you-how you grew, how very smart you were / I loved to watch you-in the becoming you shew so much promise / I loved to s…
He smiled knowing that he had found her, and sensing that she would not move again. He shifted towards her again and stopped only millime…
“The Game Of Love”
Memories, like toys abandoned, / Found later to be loved again, / So real, yet so elusive.
Sharon Hammond inspired me to rethink this piece of writing created years ago for my daughter…....where I pondered on what was “mine” and what still is…....(and what never was….) / Thank you Sharon…hope you and your daughter share an amazing time together on the occasion of her wedding…... / and beyond.
‘Why did you do that?’ he shouted. ‘You promised you would stop and yet you keep on doing it!’ ‘No, I, don’t!’ she said with as much d…
If you are a dad, you may recognise yourself in this completely fictional story. And I don’t really have 12 and 15 year old girls..
This Is Dedicated To / My Dear Friend / Leah Highland And / Her Very Loved And / Beautiful Daughter
Loving A Beautiful Young Lady Butterfly
It was then that I saw clearly I was no longer the central man in her life, but just her loving father
This piece is inspired from BillyBoys wedding picture of his daughter titled Dearly Beloved / Thank You for the inspired word BB.. your work is incomparable!
Our fingers found treasures / Hidden and now exploited
and then she took his private tear, / and allowed the world to drink from it’s source
sometimes poets take more than they should / maybe… / THIS WRITING INSPIRED DANILO LEJARDI TO CREATE AN AMAZING PIECE CALLED / A PRIVATE TEAR / THANK YOU SO MUCH DANILO*!
I meant to turn her away, / now I have nothing left to say, / how can I say I’m sorry, / or look her in the eye, / a touch would ask forgiven…
A message of no killing, starts with a man who as just killed his daughter boyfriend only protecting her from his violence, but in the process he losses his daughter….and the end is message that when we kill one we also kill the ones around and close to that person…..so don’t kill is the message….hope you enjoy this peace….
“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is…
This is a poem simply, about giving birth, and the moments there after. It is a sacred place. Quiet. Singular, and eternal. It is small and huge. it is above and below. It is a moment I certainly will never forget x5. I post this for every mother. For how alike we all are in this moment.
I did it with all my anger. I did it because I was too angry to die.
Please read this with an understanding that this is where I was I do not feel abused nor a victim in any way shape or form. I feel however you have to start where you are. I am where I am before you move on past the pain. I recommend for anyone looking for their inner child to do this work The person who helped me so much a couple years ago asked that I do a flow of whatever came to mind of my first meeting with my inner child. This inner child piece was written as is, I made very few changes to it. I did not edit this as I wrote it .. Raw and from my heart to my sweet little Lynne, whom I have grown to love more and more as each day passes on. / xox HERE IS THE SECOND PIECE I WROTE After a few months of discovering her
How delicate is life, / A breeze can send it flowing, / A rain can knock it down, / A hand can hold it up, / A love can make it strong. Ho…
As a parent we go through so much. This weekend my youngest appendix burst and time crawled for a while. / She is OK and recouperating.
I trace the memory of your love / upon my daughters face; / she has your grace within her eyes, / though love can’t be replaced, it can t…
I’m feeling my mother today… / This poem is about my beautiful mother who passed away at 26 yrs old, and my beautiful daughter, Ava, and how I can always find my mom…all I have to do is look in my baby girl’s eyes.
You are tied tight, / woven into my fabric, too close knit to distinguish / our separate blends. So hot…the box of before, / burning i…
This is a poem about my mother: The lost, and The found of her… / She died tragically (suicide/murder) when she was 26 and I was 7…back in May of this year my uncle sent me an old box I’d never seen before, which held ominous letters written a year, a few months…and right before her death; a pair of glasses, her bronzed baby shoes, cards kept from holidays, and a few other (now sacred) seemingly insignificant keepsakes. / This box would not stop. I had to hide it, so the pull of it did not suck me down again into her ends. / This is a poem about that box. / A repost, as this was only the second poem I ever posted here and I wished it read. :)
A beautiful daughter. A delight to behold / Her eyes full of laughter, her heart solid gold / A treasure, a pleasure, a joy and a pride / Fe…
…wild cherry blossoms / nor still of the moonless night / hear any echoes – / above the weight of the earth / the hollowing coo of doves / ...
this is a tanka I wrote to go with the photograph my daughter Ava Skye took of herself the other day…it is posted under ART and on my homepage if you care to check that out, too. :) / she did a darn good job.
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