Christian Father Daughter Poems | Examples
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Am I not Jerusalem?
Did I not give myself to many?
I chose to lay with wolves
And apart from you was broken;
I confessed my great transgressions,
You were quick to forgive and bless me
And bring me to remembrance of
The Word that You have spoken.
My soul does pant for You;
I confess I've been impatient
My heart was snared, my Jealous God,
But I give it now to You.
From in the womb, You taught me wisdom;
Even then, You spoke Your Name.
You are my faithful Lord and Healer,
You wash me clean and make me new.
i took a poop into a green pot
and planted plenty of seed
i then nurture it with my love
And sprinkled in with my pee
i christened it Patty by name
and then presto poopo
Patty a cloned christian pine tree
Dad where is your soul?
Is it important, what's its role?
I keep reading of heart and soul
What part of me does it control?
Sweetheart it's hard to explain
It's not physical not like your brain
It is like a locker you have to maintain
Things about you, it would contain
Dad this locker, are you sure it's real?
Is it like sadness something you feel?
In my book, it said a soul could heal
I'm so confused, help me, I appeal
Sweetheart it's not easy to see.
Let's say your locker has a key
The key you share with God and he,
Can see goodness, your life decree
Dad my soul is it a religious thing
Everyone has one from here to Beijing
Muslim, Christian, pauper or king
It seems more than religion can bring
Sweetheart your "soul locker" is divine
For all those who believe we can shine
To see what we are, our emotional spine
Your God has the key to your inner shrine
Dad, now I see my souls true intent
My legacy, morals what I represent
I can let in religion, with my consent
My soul is the true me, that I present
She gently climbed upon my lap,
A nine-year-old with curly blonde hair,
Waking me from a pleasant nap,
And said, “Daddy, I want to know why.”
Tearing sleepy cobwebs away,
Her words echoed through my groggy head,
My dear one, What was that you said?
I said, “Daddy, I want to know why.”
Why did Jesus die on the cross?
Why did God choose to live everywhere?
Why do we say the Lord’s prayer?
Why do you kneel with me when I pray?
With questions of what, how, and when,
So simple and yet very intense,
I pondered how could I begin,
These questions went beyond common sense.
I realized how unprepared,
Just how shallow my understanding,
About things I tritely declared,
And, woefully, left some answers pending.
I spoke to God about my pain,
And prayed that He would forgive my faults,
Help me ne’er to falter again,
To tell my child what the Bible taught.
These questions aren’t easy at all,
Answers aren’t to be taken lightly,
Children don’t want to be stonewalled,
So tell them lovingly, tell them rightly.
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
Such is a carnal perspective
midst human nature's sexy frame...
yet Dad, with divine directive
taught us, his daughters, godly claim.
A real man... according to Dad
wants the best for his girl so dear
to look well, whatever the fad
since what matters most is heart's gear.
Instilled with Dad’s wisdom so true
I love looking good with smart zest
not affected by others’ view
as long as God favours my best.
*** Talking with God ***
I feel us
Slowly shaking our heads
In unison,
With our delicious
slight smiles
Of shared understanding:
Much like the Mona Lisa’s
(a bit less than fully amused),
As we recount
The long list I offer:
Of my unthinking;
My mistaking; too
Impatient reacting;
Discounting; and
Ingratitudes.
All the opaque bits.
Transcending through
The thickness of
the rising
of invisible air:
All around me
And within me, revealing
In my downcast and glistening eyes…
Woe! My Awe stretches out
Prostrate,
To hear — first
As a chuckle —
The soft laughter of Abba saying,
“Child. Silly daughter.
No longer a crawling babe,
You stand still swaddled in
The tapestry woven
By the days of the many decades
you’ve lived, with
All your errs and joys
Becoming the frayed threads
I will re-weave within you beside me…
Silly daughter, hold
My hand, for age has brought
You back around to needing
Help to walk, and
There are just as many
Lessons yet to learn.
Observe!
Even the stars are
Held in place.”
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/13/22
Thanks be to God
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Never in oblivion could I bury
Such upholds my hope for heavenly high
Leaving me with adieu of victory*.
With his legacy of love and faith’s zest
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Testifying God’s blessings of great best
Marked by thanksgiving no one can deny.
His infirmities propped my trust to fly
As I begged for miracle health's fullness…
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Since divine will is eternal wellness.
Midst reminiscence of fatherhood bliss
Valuing heritage money can’t buy
So that next generation will not miss…
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh.
*Isaiah 25:8 He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces…
September 1, 2021
3rd place, "This or That, Vol. 6" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 9/8/2021.
My Dad and Mom’s love… wondrously precious
Virtuous midst legacy’s prevalence
The best of human’s care, indeed gracious
Expressing sublime kind heart’s excellence.
Mom’s warm, sweet caress --- verily tender
Dad’s hugs, ensuring mentor’s approval
They soothe me, as victim or offender
Turning failures to triumph-upheaval.
Dad, through his stern, truthful assertive voice
Calls for guilt confession of freedom height
Smile from Mom reveals favor for my choice
Granting serenity of bliss-delight.
Parent’s love ... oh, priceless, worthy treasure
God's gift* to cherish and share with pleasure.
*James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.
October 19, 2020
1st place, "Sonnet's Salutation" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 12/29/2021.
Author Dana Redricks
January 8, 2020
Lord thank you for delivering me
a little girl trapped
in me with the yearning to be free
She wanted to be released from
her past and boundage that tried
to hold her back
The enemy planted a seed of
weeds who tried choke out her
joy but the more he tried to steal
her joy the more you made her
She smiled when deep down she
felt crying
Lord you gave her something that
never stopped her from glowing
In her smile the world became
a better place as revealed yourself
to her
You reached out your hands to her
and beaconed her to come she
climbed on to her Heavenly Father's
lap as he held her in his tender loving
arms
Abortionist
Consent Not Granted!
I Am That I Am
Never have I has a role model, as you were my role models
Never have I compare myself with anyone,
Never have I looked down on myself
Never have I thought I was a mistake
I was born with a hand full of blessings
Raised in a township, in Mdantsane
But that did not determined my destiny, my future
Raised in a Christian loving environment
But that did not change who I am meant to be
You moulded me to be a leader
I might make mistakes, those are just learning curves
I might loose my temper, those are reflexes
I might be different, those are just your genes
I might be a blessing, embrace me with all your hearts
I might be old but I am still and always be your daughter
A Prayer Answered
I used to live in a bubble, fun filled and care free
But now my life is similar to autumn leaves under an oak tree
My daughter’s funeral music echoing from the brass band
Heap by heap her grave is filled with sand
“God how am I suppose too carry on?”
Death is so final, my daughter is forever gone!
She was so brave yet so small,
If fighting could be measured, she would stand tall
“God answer me, give me a sign!”
“And please don’t tell me it would all be revealed in time”
“My child why so angry, I answered you even before you asked.
Seven years ago, you married a brown eyed girl I assigned to a task.
She will be the pillow when you weep.
Share your nightmares when you can’t sleep
She will be your pillar of strength when you fall apart.
Pick up the pieces and carry in her pocket your broken heart.”
God
You will help me through
just as you always do
You will show me the way
each and every day
Today, like yesterday and the day before I have to start over again.
I have to learn to live, laugh and love through the pain,
Learn to walk with confidence, I can't even consider running
How? I dont know, so I guess I need to live without knowing.
Tomorrow would be the same and the day there after,
Learning to live without your love or laughter.
Yes I will still love, but I won't be love like I was loved before.
Yes I will laugh again, but your laughter I will hear no more.
I will live life again, but it will be a life without you.
Is it worth it? It won't be easy but I have to
If only I had the courage…
Constantia Clinic, 16 December,
A day forever to be remembered.
You last day on this earth,
It was only twenty months and a bit since your day of birth.
Now today six months later I am staring at the ceiling,
Seeking a way out, as there is no healing
I can cry for a hundred years,
You won’t be coming back, no matter my tears.
How do I hold on without letting go?
I am a coward, but the world don’t know.
Why did you have to leave?
I want to follow you but I am too weak!
It is just too hard to live my life again,
If only I had the courage; I would put my story to an end
P.s. While typing these words, I was sitting, crying in my daughter’s room. I was inconsolable. The motion sensor lights switched off, the room was in complete darkness. If only life was that easy; your light switch off if you don’t want to live life. Then I won’t need any courage…