Daughter
Love,
I'm proud of you
You are kind, smart, and giving.
Don't believe the lies--
You are more than enough!
You deserve to be loved.
You are worthy of recognition
For the good you bring.
I am proud of you.
-Dad
You, my daughter, a friend for life,
A pillar of constant strength
Against the maddening strife,
You stand by me to any length.
You are sparkling and rare,
A precious priceless gem…
A treasure beyond compare!
And from you will always stem,
Brutally honest emotions and care,
That will shine brightly I know -
Here or there or anywhere,
Like the sunbeams that glow!
Your laughter brings such solace,
In your concern, I find a light,
The tests of time you help me face,
Like a beacon in the darkest night.
Your love and haven so open and true,
A bond that time can never sever.
In every moment I see in you
A gem, a gift I’ll cherish forever.
In this tapestry of life we weave,
So well interlaced in harmony -
Through all the joys and sadness, I believe
That the love we share is a melodic symphony!
Through every trial and every care,
The highs and lows we together share,
Our bond grows stronger with time,
Like a poem with a perfect rhyme!
Copyright © 2022 by Crystal David John
To my daughter
Don't forget that
I am resting in heaven
At night I sleep in my brass bed
Also I am watching you down from
Heaven
Please remember the good times
We spent together
You should not think about the bad times
We went through in the past
Daughter we can't change what happened in the past
The past is over
Please don't bring back the past
Please live at the present moment
Daughter the angels in heaven
Are singing to me
Every night when I go to bed
Also I have no problem falling sleep
Daughter every day I wear my cotton gown
Also during the day
I work in my fathers Garden
First I remove the weeds from my father's garden
Than I plant some bulbs at the garden
Yes the Squirrels love to eat my bulbs
So I have to put down blood meal
Yes my father's garden is a show of color
The bees comes every single day
And collects the nectar from the flowers to make honey
Who is that rowing a boat on the pond?
I looked past my friend and cousin, John
It’s not a who, it’s a what, I think an otter.
He got closer and yelled “have you seen my daughter?”
We were surprised, because where had he learned to speak?
“I am not sure,” I told him. My voice came out as a little squeak.
“If you see her, tell her she’s grounded,” he said.
Then he waved and headed down river past the cattail bed.
Child songstress divine diva
SPREADING WINGS
Inside a silver room
Walls embellished with morganite
A ray of sunlight shines through
Bringing in the ringing sound of laughter from outside.
The tranquil hush of a waterfall
Echoes softly through the room
Blush blossom petals descend
Behind a delicate veil of mist
While with blue bells and tulips the damp earth is abloom.
Yet a curtain of hopeless gloom
Hangs above,
Dolorous eyes gaze out in a silent plea
And even amidst the waterfall and bluebells,
The only real beauty is in a bird set free
Nishma Sovani. (Age 16 Grade X1)
You are my sweet and precious baby daughter
You are everything that's good in me
On top of everything I failed to be
You're beautiful with ease
You're dignity with grace
You never fail to make me proud, or be my star,
I hold you high and you amaze
A challenge with a warning
An earthquake then tsunami
With promise of a rainbow in the morning
Vibrant true and natural
Earnest sweet and actual
A drive to keep surviving
Always seeking, always striving
Succeeding and then thriving
The embodiment of hope
Never failing to adapt endure and cope
The chaos in her wake can sometimes seem so devastating
But her forward footprints tell the story of the beauty she's creating
Exuberant daring and fun
Brazened and emblazoned by the sun
She lives at the horizon's edge
Her life a testament a promise and a pledge
A thin blade of Light—
slips into the bruise no prayer can mend—
and still I cup it softly in my hands—
though the ache within me widens—
a hollow that refuses every remedy—
yet longs for tenderness like rain on my lips.
The heart keeps calling out—
but its rooms echo back with famine—
and Silence takes the shape of my companion.
There is a hunger no dawn can quiet—
an emptiness that eats the edges of Joy—
while Hope,
flares small as a lantern unseen in a storm.
Still—we chase the Radiance—
though it burns and never fills—
and we, the trembling witnesses,
write our name in the dark.
You seem to have a nicer Room—
Than I—have, in the Sky—
Yours—has Curtains made of Lies—
And mine—of Memory—
The House—you call it—Sanctuary—
Was built—of borrowed Tears—
I mortgaged—Heaven’s smallest Grace—
To pay—through haunted Years—
My Sister—slept where Love had lain—
The Sheets—still warm with Trust—
And I—a Stranger—to my Name—
Slept—in the Street—with Dust—
My Daughter—turned her Face away—
Her Silence—like a Bell—
Rings—every Night—in rooms I’ve lost—
And tolls—what Words can’t tell—
Forgiveness—is a fickle Guest—
That never—answers—twice—
It knocks—upon the wronged Man’s Door—
Then—passes—into Ice—
“The stars are old with watching love,
Yet love is ever new.”
— J.Mc.
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The river runs cold in my hands,
Silver and sorrowful under the moon;
It sings of all that passes away,
Of the faces we love that fade too soon.
Asking me—why was I born?
What was I before?
Only a thought in the dark,
A breath before the door lies open like before.
The path is long, and I breathe
The way of they who gave me
Shape and form;
Their silence lives in me.
Your path leads to my heart—
Yet still I remain.
You go farther and farther,
And I am alone again.
Yet when you sleep, the world is small,
Your pulse keeps time with the stars;
I follow where your dreaming falls,
And gather your tears in jars.
Tonight, in your dreams, I will come
And wear your face as my own;
You will not know if it is I or you—
Our souls will be alone.
Caroline, my tender one,
I am the hush beneath your name;
When the river runs cold in your hands,
Know I have touched it the same.
For love is a circle of wind and flame,
Neither lost nor gone through years—
You are in my heart too, always—
Beyond tomorrow,
beyond the reach of tears.
A streak of moonlight cuddled by the chair placed in the balcony, outside
The ricocheting time and I, and the solar moonlight, a moonlit foamy, a subtle tide
My daughter beside me, and a diamond stud, her nose knows her black heads, in a way, fortitude
A face and a lit, a solar and a misfit
a questioner, closest, midfielder, lifelong
my quenching oasis, amidst my torn life, vagabond
I saw my brazen Fenugreek, my curry, my grave failure, a Maugham outspoken in mom
My dish said a delicacy long ago, with your perfect soft, melted ambiance
my soul, my Mosul,my Samara , my mina and my minaret
They kept your calendar tales and fruit punch , they never quite gripped
The midnight hymn and the enclosing, merging with the foamy sea, rhythm
I saw a morn, a corn, of the needle in a haystack, where even the arch angel ask.
My daughter, sleeping beside me, my soul within, in the depth of the moonlight!
Demilade Ayomiposi Malia Joseph by Adejola Joseph an award winning poet. Author of Cracks On The Walls .
Demilade
Spring out of ocean
Water in the desert
My sweetest princess
You are the epitome of beauty
Virtuous than all the glamours of rubies
My daughter
My pearl
I love you so much
I love you.
To give a book away
To someone t’me is rage,
It’s like giving away
My daughter in marriage.
If I visit that man
And find my book tattered,
It’d get my heart shattered.
Oh, what terrible dread
To find, she was wedded
Alas to a wrong man.
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Reflections |05.11.2024|book, daughter
Poet’s note: When I found one of my books in a tattered condition and discarded in a corner, I felt terrible. This small piece was born off my deep reflections on it.
My daughter
From the seeds of my heart
My child was born
So young was she when she bore her own
Too young they said to know what’s best
So wrong they were
We laughed at their jest
She has the three girls
And I just can’t lie
All three of them angels
The apples of my eye
This morning the youngest
Boarded a plane
Going to Hawai’i
All on her own.
I marvelled at her courage
Felt nervous for her
With a last hug and wave
She walked through that door
Gone not a day
Yet I miss her so
When she’ll be back
No one knows
Your such a young woman now
I still call you babe
I love you my darling
To the tips of your toes
Be safe and be happy
And know where you are
You’ll have my heart with you
Wherever you go.
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