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Every day I wake up,
And every day I remember
The way you left me with no warning
Fleeing like a dog off its leash
It was my 13th birthday
I suppose that’s when fear settled in,
abandonment followed
Filling every pore of my body
Though this wasn’t the first time,
Definitely wouldn’t be the last
I only wish I knew,
What made you leave?
Was it me?
Was it because you thought I was better off without you?
Because I wasn’t
I wanted my father to love me, to see me, to hold me
But all I got was your absence
So, I let my imagination fill your role, because what else was I supposed to do?
It worked for a while, until I grew tired
I guess you did too
Now, I know why you didn’t look back
Or try to say goodbye
Gone in a flash
Should he justify himself
for his revengefulness,
which was the outcome
of a well-delivered response?
How bitter is the farewell to youth...
when one is close to scary death!
He wished that the portrait
on the wooden shelf
remained sparkless...
dusted by caring hands!
He wanted to be invincible,
although he seemed feeble;
the pedophile threatened and laughed
and menacingly incited a violent fight,
he was waiting for her father to tremble:
then a bullet ended his worthless life!
Silence dominated the silent street,
shadows hid his body covered with blood!
The red-headed girl was barely ten,
naked were her tender breasts;
" My daughter did not deserve this, "
she was murdered at the hands
of a killer, now she lies in an open coffin! "
May the judge keep me off the prison bars!"
When I saw you for the first time,
You became all of mine.
You were this tiny little ball,
Looking like a doll.
You opened a big bag of dreams,
Which were coming true by all means.
My eyes had better words,
Than the world had ever heard.
You were a small box of joy,
Now, I had a life to enjoy.
Tears fell as I looked at you,
It was the most enchanting view.
You were my forgiveness,
For all my evilness.
All my wrongdoings faded away,
As soon as you made your way.
You made me fall in love,
Again and again and forever.
You came as a blessing from above,
As the prettiest person ever.
You do not understand her mother often said
Her father understood her but he was not home much
Her mother called her names; not nice ones.
She shrunk a little every time her mother spoke.
Expecting to be put down, cringing when she saw her mother.
She stayed in her room
Decorated in snowflakes,
There was a reverence about it
It was a sanctuary where she felt safe
She stayed here more and more often
Learning that her own company was the best
Her mother spouted religion at her in an angry way
Tried to drag her to church, where she was a bigshot.
The girl ignored her mother’s efforts,
Waited for her father to return home
But he never did
Tender and compassionate;
He holds me close to His spiritural chest;
My Father;
God
Alpha-Omega;
For the Lord is like a Father;
a Father to me;
The Lord our God is like a Father to me;
I am His child
I am tender and compassionate;
In love, in my sins I do fear
The Lord is like a Father;
To His children (I am His child);
To His children tender and compassionate
To those who fear Him;
Hallehuia holy, holy, glory
Amen
8/17/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020
from anthology "Psalm Praise"
Like many little girls,
My childhood was all about playing with my dolls,
Tiny handmade dolls - an adorable family,
They had a tiny house, which My Dad made for me,
A house made of wood, with balconies, and railings, and stairs, which enthralled me,
Which fascinated me so much, I thought,
My Dad was the most powerful man on Earth.
I don't have that enchanting doll's house any more,
It was lying uncared for, in a corner after I left home,
Somebody thought - it was occupying too much space,
Nobody played with it any longer,
This should be gone,
And...it was gone!
An unequaled, unrivalled, ultimate house in an imaginary world
of a young girl who visualized the world as flawless as
her father's vision and creation,
With tiniest details, and tenderest wishes
to hand in,
A Perfect World from a Perfect Father to his Perfect Daughter!
My name is Cousin Paulie,
Average bloke in an average job,
Father to a daughter who was killed by a virus,
while neutropenic from chemotherapy,
Son to an 89 year old dad,
Who would like to see 90 in June,
Staying home and isolating,
A message to those who still play
and risk the lives of the sick and old,
Stay the * at home,
Or we will have our vengeance,
in this life or the next.
I am sad , crying every day . My first born died second alive but ill.
She is 25 now, and i am tired of crying , tired of thinking where i went wrong , what if .
I am not tired of praying , begging God to forgive whatever caused this all ,begging Father to heal her to free her ...
Listening to prophets every day holding to every word of hope ,encouragement . am not strong but those words are strong so they holding me so i wont faint.
Oh Mother who are weak hold on to the Word Of God, hold on to promises of better life and end of death . the end
Sienna My daughter not yet born
I have no idea what you would look like
I have no clue if you will be a good baby or not
I don't know what your cries will sound like
I have no idea how messy your diapers will be
I have no knowledge of the color of your eyes
I not sure if you will know who I am
I hope you recognize my voice
Sienna my daughter not yet born
I wonder what smiles you will bring
I wonder what dreams you will have
I wonder if I could be a great father to you.
I wonder if your eyes will be blue
I wonder if you will be healthy or not
I wonder what heavens portrait of you will be.
Sienna my daughter not yet born
I do know I am blessed with you
I do know my love for you is pure
I know that face will stun me to the core
I know we are lucky to have such a miracle in you.
Sienna my daughter your mommy and I can't wait to hold you close
Can't wait to feel your tiny fingers
Can't wait to see those beautiful eyes
Can't wait to see what you have in store for us
Our little miracle unplanned and incredibly humble by.
NO ENTRY
(A note of caution from a father to his daughters suitors)
NO! You can't enter her heart and
Certainly not her mind..
Cause I'll forever think theres someone better
That she could always find.
Don't cross that fence
Don't jump that wall..
Remember her dads still
Standing tall.
When she was growing up, I took care
To hurt her now, you better not dare.
If you want to win her, you
got to get past (me)
Or else this 'thing' you got going will
never last.
Can you give comfort when she's down?
Will you always be around?
You have to impress, lad, and first, is me...
Or else read the sign boy
It says 'NO ENTRY'
The hues of autumn mix and meld
On trees where clusters of mistletoe dwell,
Shades of amber, scarlet, and gold
Call into mind some old stories Dad told.
Tales of wizards, dragons, and lore
Of pirates landing one morning on shore,
Born of magic, lovingly spun
So cleverly crafted just for his son.
Grand adventures I fondly hold
Could live forever if only retold,
Father to son...now an old man
Retold to this lad who now holds my hand.
The hues of autumn mix and meld
Turning to auburn once life is expelled,
Fathers live, and they also die...
But their tales live on when told by and by.
Timothy I. Brumley
A very cautious little girl asked her father what it was that made the sunshine,
With a sincere slender grin he replied your smile so she hardly ever was seen without it.
When the curious little girl grew older she asked her father why sadness existed,
with a somber serious tone he replied so we will want to hold happiness in the palm of our fists.
So she accepted sadness but longed to meet happiness.
When the girl reached an age where she thought she knew best she very sternly asked her father to leave her alone and so there was no reply.
The wise stern father began to miss his daughters questions so he asked his very curious daughter where she was hiding, and she replied; I grew cold because I realized even when I don’t smile the sun still shines, happiness isn’t something you can hold in your fist and when I asked you to leave me alone I was certain I didn’t need you…
But, she said, I realized my smile made the sun shine FOR YOU, my hand in the palm of your fist brought YOU happiness and you must never leave me alone, because without you I wouldn’t exist.
From father to father, here's some friendly advice
Offer love and support, be wise and concise
Responses are remembered and magnified in young eyes
Think before you speak is most highly advised
Yesterday is gone, and be willing to compromise
by Daniel Turner
Some men get special opportunity,
Someone make them fall into their knees;
It’s second time when they do this,
After proposal of marriage what makes it?
Yes, to tie the knots of her shoes,
To make her ready first time for the school;
Her mischieves never bring agony,
Gifts for her bring some hugs tightly;
The knots have to be tied again,
As a bride she gets ready to walk over marriage’s lane;
The tears pouring on your cheeks,
She leaves you making you also leak;
She is none other than your daughter,
A daughter not for slaughter;
Inevitable happy moments wait,
Till she arrives in your realm of sphere;
Lifting her first time in your hand,
You get the first touch of being a father;
Carving her qualities she leads towards success,
Some proud minutes for father to check;
This girl is best in every aspect,
Let you be the best father in her view and respect.
Did you wake with a smile on your face?
Were you ready to start, set the pace?
Feeling and wanting to just be close?
Are you wand’ring alone as a ghost?
Where were you and why did you go?
Many were looking don’t you know?
Caylee I’m sorry I wasn’t there.
If I were they wouldn’t even dare…
I’m sorry you missed big girl pants….
A father to hold you a hug and a dance…
There won’t be a clown or pony you see.
Only rain and sorrow inside of me.
Every child in the world touches my heart.
Oh so young when they depart.
I’m sure with Sarah you dance and play…
Together forever every day…
There are no tears where you are…