Just My Daughter And Me

It’s come to this
Metaphorically speaking
I need it
I need the playground to become a calm emerald sea
And the Monarchs to become sailboats idling their time away
I need them to light upon my finger
To be carried away into the delight of my daughter's eyes
To trust us
We want to be entertained
We want a memory to exist
But they fly away as we approach
Yet one stayed
So close
We touched
Raw nerved
And then
It sailed away
We were so disappointed
We wanted them to know us
To know we understood them
So we could join them
And dance among the flowers
With a past that was shed
And become sailboats
Floating
On calm green sea
Just my daughter and me


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sandrabusby 4 years ago from Tuscaloosa, Alabama, USA

Poets are so fortunate to be able to say so much with so few words. I love this poem. Thanks.


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JaneKnowsbest 4 years ago

Very nice! :)


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CrisSp 4 years ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

Your hub title caught my attention as I am missing my daughter so much. She's gone on a different direction in life and it's quite a torture to think of her everyday. Lyrically well said.


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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@sandrabusby - Thank you. I appreciate it. It's nice to be considered a poet.

@Jane - Thank you!

@Cris Sp - Thank you. I'm sorry to hear you are apart from your daughter. My daughter is 8 years old and we spent a couple of hours together yesterday at a set of swings... just the two of us and what seemed to be hundreds of butterflies.... it was great. I really hope you can get back together with her some day.


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WannaB Writer 4 years ago from Templeton, CA

A truly beautiful poem about a special place in time -- even if the butterflies didn't cooperate. This is a day you and your daughter will still always remember.


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Cardisa 4 years ago from Jamaica

This is beautiful. Moments that fathers spend with their daughters are always so special because the grow up so fast...lol


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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Hi WannaB - Thank you and it was a special day... she was so earnest chasing them around... telling me to be quiet while she snuck up on one... awesome...

@Cardisa - Thank you. They do grow up fast.... and it was a great day. Planning another one soon...


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Teylina 4 years ago

Gotta pass this to my son and his daughter. Up -- lovely and beautiful. She'll appreciate it when she's older.


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raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

Wow...that's so sweet...how i wish i can spend time with my father...but he's not here anymore...

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