My Daughter
Today I saw my daughter
Picking flowers in the garden
She looked up and smiled at me
Then all troubles were forgotten.
Today I saw her reading
Fairy tales from foreign countries
The pages ruffled by the breeze
Recounted all their histories.
Today I saw her dancing
Her skirts were flouncing to a song
Her feet jumped high, her leaps were long
She raised her hands and clapped along.
Today I saw her crying
Tear drops glistening in the sun
Because of something that she'd done
From something evil she did run.
I thought I saw her sleeping
On the shore of a lonely lake
In stillness, no breath does she take
So from her face a death mask make.
Today I miss my daughter
Her happy presence I do lack
I find comfort in knowing that
There is no day that I'd give back.
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Author:
PerditaRose (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem on 10/26/2025. At the time I had dismissed it, but this morning I reread it and decided that it's not so bad. So, I'm submitting it here now. I never had a daughter.
- Category: Fantasy
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