Best Fatherdaughter Poems
Dedicated to My Daddy, My Father, My Dad
Eighteen years of grieving tears have not ceased my missing of you, Daddy!
Daily, I speak prayers aloud, asking that I shall never forget your voice.
Most of my Daddy memories, I fold tender inside my joy caddy.
Some fears still taunt, haunt me about losing past shared times of clarity,
While precious, Dad-vivid recall remains my heart’s held, treasured rarity.
It saddens me that our forty-two years were ended by fate's own choice.
As this sadness hits now, my tears fresh-fall hopes for remembrance charity
For I still develop needs for you, my wondrous and devoted Daddy.
Worried look on his face,
he began to pace,
he refuse to sit,
as he stirred and moaned a bit,
his daughter suffered from a drug overdose,
peer pressure consumed her,
he felt she lacked concentration,
he sensed her frustration,
as the doctor sprinted toward him,
the two had an animated conversation,
God gives,
so she lives,
the father chewed his lower lip,
weight on his feet and a fist on his hip,
drug addictions he could hate,
but his daughter he couldn’t,
God saved her before it was too late,
third time and death wasn’t her fate,
yet,
small comfort.
I remember the day my daughter was born
Like she had been here before, but now reborn
Through the terrible two's she behaved like the rest
When she came to mingle she had a different zest
She spoke so young and observed all around her
She would talk to herself in private confer
Then along came school with it's different surrounds
She became more outgoing as if on common grounds
Her early teens came she was like a stranger to us
She would recite ancients scripts and bring us to cuss
Feelings I felt having never known her at all
But the day I followed her, scrawling on the church walls
I see her scribing, ancient symbols and satanic verses
As she turns to me with Latin curses
She looks at me her eyes black that were green
Your no father to me my real fathers to be seen
My daughter my princess she falls to her knees
Her back rips open she smiles as if appeased
A black fluid appears, next a bulging mass
Dark wings unfold as I stare in agasp
She turns towards me again I can see pain in her eyes
Her eyes are now green and theirs tears in her cries
Daylight is now darkness, dancing shadows on walls
Black winged angels ringing humanities death knoll
Where my daughter is kneeling buildings are collapsing
The arrival, her father, as his black winged angels sing
I run to my daughter, masonry falls all around
As we collapse together on natures hallowed ground
She was never his daughter although she had been here before
For her eyes turned from black, because she loved me even more
We lie bloodied and bruised on natures battered floor
What happens when were gone, we have gone before
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-2.php
I don’t like cake, nor cupcakes.
I’ll eat it, but if it’s my only option.
I always kind of wondered why I don’t like it; I thought I was maybe just too picky.
Despite not liking it, I’ve baked many;
Each covered in icing, and the occasional sprinkles.
I’ve tasted every single one I’ve made over the years, slowly growing to resent it.
Maybe it’s because of excessive birthdays, or maybe because it’s just not a special treat anymore.
My father and I would bake together,
Always excited to mix together the ingredients, putting on my tinkerbell apron.
I look back at the many photos compiled of myself baking, always just me. Alone. Were we really spending time together? Bonding?
I don’t remember my father being around while I whisked away, just the moment captured in a picture.