April is apparently poem month, so Kelsey and Heather have asked us to post our favorite poem. I'm going to toot my own horn a little here and post a poem that I wrote. If you haven't yet read about my dad, this is a post from last year that explains everything. At the end of that post I included a poem that I wrote to my dad the weekend we found out about his disease. I left it for him along with a bear I had built for him named Faith.
It goes a little som'm like this...
Daddy's Little Girl
Pretty dresses, Barbie dolls, ribbons in my hair,
Ballet shoes and tutu skirts, pink was everywhere.
Fancy bed, flowered sheets, stacks of teddy bears,
Dance lessons, hide and seek, he was always there.
I was Daddy’s Little Girl.
Special friends, cootie boys, hearing fairy tales,
Red corvettes and spotted cows, painted fingernails.
Learning of loss, broken hands, Girl Scout cookie sales,
Ice cream stops, water walks, his love always prevailed.
I was Daddy’s Little Girl.
Eskimo kisses, bedtime prayers, dancing on your toes,
Tire swings and fireworks, sledding in the snow.
The Boogieman, planting seeds, spurts that made me grow,
Questions about history, he always seemed to know.
I was Daddy’s Little Girl.
The Annie play, my first crush, the Indian foot race,
Brand new school and all new friends, both in a new place.
First bike ride, dress myself, no more frills and lace,
Pierced ears, sleepovers, always my saving grace.
I was Daddy’s Little Girl.
Big new home, big new room, big new closet, too.
Softball games and broken wrist, filled with things to do.
Concert solos, puberty, things I never knew,
First “boyfriend”, 8th grade dance, he’s always there for you.
I was Daddy’s Little Girl.
Huge new school, football games, friends from younger years.
Cheerleading practice and drama crew, Prom Committee tears.
Driver’s License, make-up, a whole new list of fears.
Colorado, “Just You and I”, as always he was here.
I was Daddy’s Little Girl.
Senior year, my first love, couldn’t wait for May,
Prom dress and high heeled shoes, college on the way.
The applications, internship, no more time for play.
He was even there to kiss on Graduation Day.
I was Daddy’s Little Girl.
On my own, a whole new world, every bit a fright.
Broken hearts and brand new dreams, IM’s every night.
Life-long friends, missing home, prayers with all my might.
Tough times, falling tears, he always makes things right.
I am Daddy’s Little Girl.
Big white dress, chapel bells, flowers in my hair.
Walk me down and give me away, know I’ll always care.
One last dance, play our song, still the perfect pair.
Through thick and thin, for all my life, always he’ll be there.
I’ll be Daddy’s Little Girl.
This is Faith. She lives with us now. :)
Your turn...
What's your favorite poem?
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I think it is awesome that you posted a poem that you wrote. I thought your poem was beautiful and we'll written. I love it! I haven't posted mine yet and won't until 7ish tonight due to work and waking late to get to class. I have had a blast getting to know you...I started following you on bloglovin :)
ReplyDeletewow you are truly amazing! i LOVED that poem, and i wrote one for my grandpa, didnt even think of posting it today. dang it! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your personal life and your touching poem. A father's love is never-ending, even when they are no longer with us.
ReplyDeletethis is an awesome poem that you wrote. I was never that talented. although I have a few fave poems that I studied about in school or ones from books :D the bear is cute too
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your poem, thanks for sharing your story. :)
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