The Heart of a Father

When I was just a little girl
My mother went away.
she departed in the night,
packed, fled without delay.

I really didn't mind so much;
she was not really nice.
She possessed a heart of stone;
it really was like ice.

The only thing that bothered me
was a promise she'd commit,
that when I was eight years old,
she'd teach me how to knit.

Then one day, I was surprised,
Daddy gave me such a look.
He'd bought some needles and some yarn
and a learn-to knitting book.

So we sat down, the three of us,
my sister, me and Dad
and all THREE did learn to knit.
Oh, what a time we had!

Now that I am all grown up,
I've learned many other things,
but the lesson he taught that day
still pulls at my heart strings.

I have learned that "he" and "she"
don't matter, not a bit.
A father's love transcends all things;
naught else matters, not a whit.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Kinch  Avatar
March 13, 2017 at 3:31 PM
What a lovely poem. Dads are so special in a girls life....sounds like you had an exceptional one....what a lovely tribute to him.
Hoffman Avatar
March 13, 2017 at 4:19 PM
Thank you. He was the greatest man who ever lived.
Turner Avatar
August 16, 2016 at 6:39 PM
Having a daughter myself, reading this put a lump in my throat. I do not usually thank people for making me tear up but I will make the exception. Thank you!
Hoffman Avatar
August 16, 2016 at 7:37 PM
Thank you. My Dad was the most wonderful person I met in my whole life. EVERYONE loved him!
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