Daughter Missing You Poems

Real Pain

[Verse 1]
 Everything you did, I kicked to the dust
 Told me that you loved me, but that wasnt enough
 Tired of bein’ second when

Shall I Compare You

Shall I Compare You... ?
Shall I compare you to the sun?
Shining and warm, my dearest one
Shall I compare you to the moon?
Unique and bright, my

The Worst Caregiver in the World

I watched my sister fading away.
She did as she was told
Day after miserable day.
Do this, don't do that,
It's bad for you, good for you,
Mustn't get

After Her

The world didn’t stop, and neither did I,
but something’s missing when I walk by.
I wait for her in spaces that don't know her name, 
a

Young Babe

A young babe was born in the middle of the month of May.
She lost her mother in a sad way days before her first birthday.
To

The Girl Who Vanished

Deep beneath the old oak tree
Past the backyard swing I oversee
A land so baron, where nothing grows
The land I can feel, it somehow knows
What's been

Too Close To The Edge

The world tilts into a crescendo,
manifesting a lure of viral plague,
pervasive and fangs virulent,
sickening coquettish carnivorous creatures.

Why bother with their musings,
why care?

A question that reminds

Unkept keepsakes

The t.v. series,
A Little Princess,
reminds me
of my dad's gift
of a dark-haired
porcelain doll...

...I gave away
to compensate
for feeling spoiled
--that I begged
for her at all

Being a generous
gift-giver was

Mother’s Day

I’m not sure what to get you this year, Mum.
It’s so unprecedented.
I’d usually opt for chocolates or wine,
Or a candle maybe, that’s scented.

Do you remember

The Tempest In Your Heart

O daughter of thunder, slayer of dragons (and of men's hearts), why do you hurt me so? For which sin must I reside in this

Golden Days of Memory

My Inspiration, My Mom

Back fifty-three long years ago, she left;
my Mom- at the young age of fifty-five.
Yet, she is always with me every day;
my heart and memories keep

Just Beyond

He guides her hand from just beyond
With a ready black ink pen they share this bond
The words flow effortlessly as if not her own
Seems to

Merry Christmas Dearest Daddy

                    12/7/2023

  No more am

Not Good Enough

So keen to get it right
Desperate to stop the cycle
I gave you love, trust and freedom
Used to turn away from the light

The lies never showed