For my girls.
Daughters fill our hearts
Even as they burst forth from the womb,
Knowing deeply inside that we must protect them,
At least for two decades,
But truthfully beyond,
Even though it is a secret
That we must often keep to ourselves.
Daughters break our hearts,
From the first time
That we take their hands in ours,
Sensing that our tenure
As the man who consumes their world
Will one day end,
Leaving us crushed and bereft,
But most of all alone,
And jealous of what or who has stolen them away.
Daughters captivate us
From the first time they say our name,
Or roll from their bellies to their backs,
Or cradle a doll in the crook of their tiny little arms.
We are consumed with providing for their safety;
Whether it is a first date,
Or that first solo drive in the family car.
We are happiest when they are near,
Accepting phone calls for intimacy
When the distance is too great to see their smiles,
And we miss them when they are gone,
Gone making lives for themselves,
For they leave a hole that can never be filled,
Dreams that can never be realized,
Companionship that cannot be duplicated,
For the million things that might go wrong,
Things that we could prevent
If only we were near.
And we are relegated to wait:
For the grandchildren who once again make us whole,
Once again bringing purpose to our lives,
Time once again with our daughters,
And relevance in their lives,
For there is no more trusted advice
Who once did so well with them,
And who truly knows what it means to love,
As one who loved enough to set them free,
And who stood as a solitary sentry,
Until his name is called again.
Such is a father’s love for his daughters.
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|Reviewed by Connie Faust
Now I see that you have been writing steadily. The one I commented on earlier--about a time gap in your posting--was just pushed up on the list.
It seems that you have searched the very depths of your heart to bring out the myriad feelings of a father.
|Reviewed by Paul Judges
|You have captured this unique bond very well, Frank|
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Having just had a daughter move out on her own, and preparing to have two more leave the nest for college in 1-3 months...This poem hit home. How poignantly you described parenthood to daughters!
Hope you are well, and that your heart and back are recovered.
|Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill
|YES! I've been blessed with 3 wonderful daughters and your words touched me, reminding me of the 3 young women I love! Wonderful words Frank!
|Reviewed by Charlie
|Gorgeous, Frank. I love the repetition of a few phrases throughout that tie the whole together. And me, as an older mom, have the opportunity to see both an emerging girl and a budding into womanhood girl at the same time. Both hold their father's heart in their hands.
Beautiful write, Frank. I hope you're making that chapbook of lovlies for them. --Charlie
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|so touching, so beautiful.
|Reviewed by Star Fire
|Very nice sentiments Dad.|
|Reviewed by steve Chering
|Well I reckon you have it all just about covered. well done|