It’s true – and I envy your reserve,
My wallflower man,
So shy, so distant.
Dignity personified,
And saddled with me,
A muddy puppy of a girl.
I wonder – will you love
This pink, wriggling blob
With your nose and my hair…?
Will you wake in the night
To pace the floor, or
Will you sleep on?
Will you kiss her ten toes
And guard her with your life?
Will you adore her
All her days that stretch ahead,
Popsicle dreams and cotton candy lace,
Pigtails, bruised knees,
Broken heart, tears
And all that this spark of life
Shall become?
You, my darling, are reticence defined.
Embarrassed by effusive emotion,
You retreat to your shell…
Until I see your eyes upon her,
Your mouth curving in a smile
So tender
I melt.
You place your sturdy thumb
In the shell of her palm
Where your heart will reside always.
My worries shatter –
I am shamed by doubt.
You, my wallflower knight,
Reticent hero,
Beautiful man,
Are her father.
Mother Hen
(Writing Prompt: FATHER, part of poetry 101 rehab– Thanks, Andy! Feel free to jump on the poetry wagon each Monday!)
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Lovely poem full of tenderness and beautiful emotion.
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Thanks Laura. It’s funny how some memories just stick. 😊
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