I wrote this poem after a particularly nasty fight with my father during highschool. Ahhhh...the teenage days... It must not have been a truly important issue, or I would remember what the fight was about! As you can see, it is a little long winded, but so are dramatic teenaged girls!!! Anyway, I love you Dad, and hope that I have become a woman who makes you proud! :)

Daddy’s Poem

What is a love eternal?
What is a love that’s kind?
What is a love elusive,
a love within the mind?

What kind of love is sacred,
so deep inside your soul?
What kind of love is healing?
What kind of love is whole?

Which love is often sought for,
bursts tears forth when you’re mad?
That love that’s all consuming
is love defining Dad.

All little girls need laughter,
all little girls shed tears.
All little girls have nightmares
and bring Daddy all their fears.

Their Daddy is protector,
a strength and silent light.
No matter what befalls them
their Daddy is their knight.

And as the girls grow older,
they still grasp their fathers’ hands,
and yearn to hold to Daddy
as life slips through time’s quick sands.

They may feel sad, uncertain,
fear that Daddy’s love will change
or wane as blooming women
feel their lives just rearrange.

Will Daddy love my changes?
Will our love still strive to be?
Through the fights and understandings
will he still see baby me?

A daughter’s greatest fear
is to lose her father’s love,
to mar the girlish image
that home movies whisper of.

But all little girls grow older,
all little girls will change.
The love they share with Daddy
will just grow and rearrange.

And women still need laughter,
and women still shed tears.
When women still have nightmares,
they’ll bring Daddy all their fears.

For daddies love their daughters
and they deep down know it’s true.
This woman’s still a little girl,
and she knows you love her too.

I love you daddy.
Love, Breezy