The Eyes Of My Father

Sometimes others can see more than we can, and when dealing with a trauma, it can be just as hard on them.

My sweet daughter,

Oh how I wanted more for you.

You should be out playing in the grass,

Not being tied down by such a burden.

My little princess,

I miss your smile.

What happened to the bright eyed girl I used to know?

Princess, please don't give this disease the power to control you.

My baby girl,

You are so strong.

I see you trying to fight

I see my baby girl choosing life.

My darling,

You are trying your best to be strong,

But darling, it's okay to have to be weak.

I am here for you to lean on.

My beautiful little girl,

You make me so proud.

Face each day with a brave smile,

Give into each seizure with only a single tear,

Live your life to the fullest.

My sweet daughter, I am in awe of your strength.

Author's Note

Hello :) I wanted to give a new point of view on the hand I've been dealt, and I thought this might be interesting. I was recently diagnosed with epilepsy, and this poem makes me think of how my father is dealing with my diagnosis. I hope you enjoy, and as always, all comments are welcomed!

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A very moving piece. As I read the poem, I thought it was the daughter who was ill, but the note clarified things. Actually, it makes little difference. If one member of a family comes down with a catastrophic illness, all of the others are affected in their own ways. I wish the poet the best in dealing with this ancient disease.