Sunday, June 21, 2009

Daddy's Girl

This poem was published in "The Storyteller" in 2006. Happy Father's Day to my Dad.

You will never again trust
as you did

when Daddy was twice your size
his arms the greatest you knew

they could straighten a baton
or chop down a tree in the front yard

he won every game
and you were his best partner.

Driving home in the Fourth of July storm
your dread of thunder and lightning

abated with Daddy's hands
on the wheel

fearless, you traveled the country
with the deepest knowledge

that Daddy
would bring you safely home.

He never told you he'd give is life
for you, you were born knowing,

you never felt doubt until the day
he held your hands and let them go.


Daniel Bell said...

Wow. You sure know how to make a grown man cry. Nice poem. No wonder you have so many published.

Marinela said...

I truly enjoyed this poem such a talent!

RachelW said...

Oh, this is so lovely! Yes, you've got it exactly. At least that's how I see it, as a mother.

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Poetikat said...

You have completely captured how I felt about my own father - his strength, his protection and his unbounded love. This is so beautiful, Diane!


John Ettorre said...

Wow is right. That poem is connected directly to the tear ducts. Amazing.

Paula said...

Just found your blog and reading this peom I accepted the very first time, that most fathers are different to my father. Thanks you