Footsteps

I followed in your footsteps as you walked.
My small feet fit inside them.
You were big and strong like superman,
But you didn't scare away the monsters
That kept me awake at night.
Your voice,
Never the one to lull me to sleep
with stories of princesses and happy endings.
Emotions were hidden,
Forbidden to surface.
I used to sit and wonder,
What I had done for you to shut me out.
A little girl,
Trying to fit into a mans' world.
But my feet were too small,
And I was not a boy
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Merryman Avatar
December 3, 2011 at 2:39 PM
Nicely written, Erica. Congrats on your win. Kim
Brown Avatar
November 30, 2011 at 6:48 AM
Congratulations on your win in P.D.'s "5th Poem on the Soup" contest Erica. Love, Carol
Dietrich Avatar
November 29, 2011 at 10:47 PM
WOW, another good one (I'm seeing some of the best toward the bottom of the list). This is really awesome, Erica. Heartfelt and powerful writing. Congrats on the winners' circle. and a FAVE for ya!
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November 29, 2011 at 10:44 PM
ERICA, ;-) ,.. Congratulations on your wonderful win!! Thank you for the support and honor of reading the 5th poem you posted on the soup. * Take care, and have yourself a great night,. ;-) ~p.d.
Quigley Avatar
November 29, 2011 at 10:23 PM
Nicely written. Congratulations Erica on your win in the 5th poem contest.
Fraser Avatar
June 12, 2009 at 12:43 PM
I hope your dad has changed as you have grown? lovely poem all the same Erica>James
Devonshire Avatar
March 9, 2009 at 2:23 PM
Erica, I'm sorry your father did not appreciate you. My heart goes out to you. Very well done! And thanks for reading "Into the Weeds." Love, Carolyn
Degenhardt Avatar
March 6, 2009 at 6:40 AM
This is such a sad write, as a father I feel even closer to my daughters sometimes more than my boys. Some men just don't get it, but yet they do what they can. Very well written. Michael
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