I don't know why but I laughed aloud at the end. This is a hilarious and cool poem.
This is like when I first started poetry. I used to stay up all night on a single line!
Oh my! How I relate; this happens so much!
That was beautiful. I wish no one had to go through cancer, but hope, and faith, as well as love will always seek a brighter day!
This poem made my day. I am hungry now. I love it!
Yes, as you have been told not all are the same. Be patient, and don't hurt yourself by remembering the past because its wound is deeper. Thanks sister!
I was reflecting today about my desire to feel like a Daddy's girl. Here I am, in my mid-fifties now, and I still want to feel like a cherished daughter. As my own (largely absentee/alcoholic/now deceased) father is no longer (& never much was) around, I decided to turn to God in my heart this morning about this pressing desire.
He showed me today, as I sat in my car to eat an ice-block, a man walking toward the supermarket (a firm grip, hand-in-hand), with his daughter as they walked through the carpark and over the pedestrian crossing towards the supermarket entrance. She would not let go, cheerily skipping and chatting with him as they walked. I found it quite enchanting as I watched, with a sense of reassurance...tied up with a sense of longing.
Then I come home to find the Poem of the Week from a father's perspective...of times lost with his daughter...and how he feels about that.
Neither of these events today can change what I missed out on, but I'm strangely comforted all the same.
This guy used to like me and I liked him back. I was waiting for him to make his move, but he didn't. I waited, but he didn't do anything. He wanted to get over me because I didn't express myself. He thought I had no feelings for him, but little did he know I always thought of him. I even thought about my future with him. Well he did move on and started to like my cousin. That day was terrible when I found out. I still love him with all my heart.
I do not believe for one single moment that there are even a handful of parents in the world who had children so they would have someone who would take care of them when they were old. Many of these people ARE making their own happiness, yet a call or acknowledgement would just be icing on the cake and it makes them sad not to have an acknowledgement, no matter how small it might be.
This is a very comforting poem. My dear Aunt Hermelinda passed away from breast cancer at the age of 51. She was such a beautiful person. She was fun and easy to talk to. I wish I could hug and kiss her just one more time. I was only 10 when she moved in with my uncle. Now I'm 22, and I'm so glad God let me be in her life. She was a devoted wife and an awesome mother. If I had to describe my tia in a few words, it would be generous, a people's person, perseverance. and initiative. Man, she was very much a go-getter. I miss you so much.
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