You sleep
Thumb in mouth
As you always have
An angel in slumber
I the father
Who hates
Pleated skirts
Lace blouses.
The iron ignores
My plea for help
I try my best
For my little girl
Who needs two parents
Not one
Albeit a trier
Your father.
So sleep on
Dearest angel
Let a weary dad
Worry about tomorrow
Dream your dream
Of little girl things
Soon the day
Whatever it brings.
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nephilim56 (
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Comments2
Sweet and tender as only fathers can. 🙏🏻🕊️
a long time ago but I never forget it, thanks
It always lives on… sometimes I catch myself reliving via reminiscing those early days as well 🙏🏻🕊
Tender is the word that comes to mind, sweet too, Memories of my daughters as infants returns and a paternal feel erupts in the breast. Lovely simply lovely a touching poem of parenthood. Well written
many thanks
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