Work Father Daughter Poems

     
Nostalgia, my sometimes-friend, an unwavering realist,
visits from time to time with a flood of memories
centering around the polar opposites that...

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Your paradigm's a relic, a plea from data's cemetery,
While I sculpt luminaries on screens, a sable sea.
"Company loyalty," a myth, spun in your reverie,
But AI...

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Late evening March 2045

The Teenagers were adventurous 
They were venturing.  DJ and 
Damali Trech were both 18 years 
Old. The Copy Cat Club was...

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My dad brought home this cheese once. 
I hated it. It reeked. 
Everyone enjoyed it except me. 

It's been five years now. He still brings...

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What if he passes away at the age of forty?

The servant who was the backbone of society

Female self-esteem protector

He interacted with the people and listened...

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I Love You, Daddy
                     ...

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  Let me tell you a story . . . 

about Dad's work shed that I hold in my heart 
oh, I can still...

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EPISTLE TO DAUGHTER OF A SOLDIER

When all hopes fade,

I alone carry my pain,

There may be so many colours,
 But I'm coloured in blood red stain

I'm...

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I don't think you realize how much you mean to me
I want you to know the wonderful man only my eyes can see
I see a...

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A slack line slaps a flagpole as the wind gusts through the park. 
The band shell stands abandoned, but for dogs that sniff and bark....

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Father,
your back is turned,
immersed in work deadlines.
Briefcase journeys take you away,
paper trails proceeding
to lead further
from home.

Father,
this picture hangs,
secured by two magnets:
your hand in mine, showing...

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Faith filled fervency in fellowship with family and friends 
Always advising with amazing authority and austerity 
True pastor-teacher and talented Jack of all trades
Humble, honest...

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My father can't stay on the phone for long 
That's why I don't want to call home
This is a strange stubborn father, never use a...

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Free as a mockingbird singing

No kids in sight and unmarried

Had one husband, but now none

Colleges broaden my horizon

Learning about the world

Heartache and heartbreak

Lost in the...

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“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Gianna’s father asked…
“A bird!” she said with glee.
I want to soar across the sky and...

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