For My Daughter

 

For My Daughter

One of these dying days,

I hope you will understand

This distance

Your father absently displays

            In the space

of grandma’s apartment kitchen.

I hope you will come to know

            The sorrow

Your father purposely burrows

Deep in his plot

In the silence of a flu

When there is nothing

Left of him, gaunt / thin / fading…

                        Recollections are his only muse

                        Treasures, priceless pictures

In his mind,

            A lonely movie

Of a home, hoping you will know

His prized possession is you

            In the cradle of his arms

You may not remember,

But your birth was happiness,

The only existing truth

            With dreams for you

To grow strong yet still be kind

And to find love

To hold on to in your own arms

            Solidified.

 

 

 

 

 

I hope one day when you see

That you will not be too angry…

I dare you to forgive him

I dare you to cry

And in it, smile and run / go

Find your glee

            I dare you to live

When he dies

I hope one day you will see

I wanted to give you everything

To be

            The treasure to the world

That I hoped you will be

No gold buys

A good girl

            You are the light to me,

My daughter, my heart’s shining

Serenity.

Reviews

[Jaffa Forbes]

This is good poem with a strong message of hope. Good structure as well.

[Adam Whitworth]

nice sentiments

[gombeggar]

said with such light...and a good end too

[Butch Decatoria]

thank you