On Your Shoulders
I remember the times
You'd flip me onto your shoulder
Freefalling skyward
Taller, older
I remember the times
You'd flip me onto your shoulder
Freefalling skyward
Taller, older
This poem so reminds me of the relationship my Daddy and I had. He had a major surgery in 1971 and because of that and the effects of the anesthesia, his decline began. It took a while for us...
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His hands are callused and worn.
He works hard from sun up to sun down.
And at the end of his toilsome day,
A smile on his face is found....
I could still smell his cologne,
piercing my little nose,
his touch was rough, but gentle,
his strength was unbearable, but soft....
Hello Miss Keyona. I am also a daughter that grew up w/o a father beside me, to guide me & teach me everything that I should know from a father. I am so sad having no father figure in my...
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Tiny fingers and tiny toes
Tiny little head and a button nose
These are the things that you now miss
On their forehead you used to kiss
Forever grateful is what
I am to you
Always looking out for me
is what you set out to do...
When I was just 6 my granddad passed away he was my lucky charm and ever since he has died I would sit and look up to the sky and wish till my heart stopped how much I would love for him to...
All of a sudden, my legs felt like lead.
When they told me, that he was dead.
Is it really true?
My years with him,...
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The child held to her
daddy's hand.
She stood upon his feet,
and as they danced to the music,
I loved the poem but I really can't relate to it because it was hard for my dad when he was growing up because he never had anyone like the little girl does in the poem. He never had a father...
I never even knew you
but deep inside I knew
you were out there waiting
for me to find you...
This is so sad cause it is just like m, I never knew my dad he left my mom when I was still in her belly an it is so depressing not knowing who he is. This is so touchy to me.
If You Could Only Hear
Hey Pop Pop, hey it's me...
I would say this if I could only speak.
But I know if you could hear, ...
Thanks to everyone who commented. I so sorry for all your losses. It is 5 years this Sunday of my dads suicide and instead of it getting easier it's getting harder. To any of those who like...
do you remember your childhood dreams
summertime excitement and cold ice creams
the glint of sunshine on your hair
as you stood and wanted at the summer fair ...
This poem just tells my story. It just bought tears to my eyes. These are my memories. Exactly these. Don't have these anymore. Don't have my father loving me like this anymore. I go to bed...