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Instinctual Awareness

Updated on June 13, 2010

Eyes not even opened yet

She has grown from within

No one sought to teach her, to show her how to begin

My daughter, strong and silent, knew just where to go

Her motions planned and focused, her instinct already kicked in

She knew that mother's breast was where the milk begins

The connection, its there from the start, one that never needs a boost

the knowledge already hardwired in this little papoose

In awe I stand and witness, this connection raw and bare

I could not ever know what it is like, a connection ever rare,

As father I have been forsaken

One who learns to wait

One whose awareness has to be developed by the state

A state of fatherhood, a solidary figure

One who stands alone, outside the natural order

For the relationship has already formed between a daughter and her mother

Father sits in wait for opportunities ever rare,

He knows "I will get my fair share"

Of time and feelings in this life

One I share freely with all others

I will never know the connections of daughters and their mothers.

A father's love forever, will always lead the way

For never knowing instinctively, how a daughters heart will sway

He has faith that one day his connection will have been

something more than perfect, one to last the years

I close my eyes and imagine, my cheeks glistening with tears

Here's to daughters and their daddy's -the arms and shoulders they are, holding lil papoose's up so that they can wish upon their stars.

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    • Enigmatic Me profile image
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      7 years ago from East Coast Canada

      These times, now, for me, I cannot fathom a time before my children in some regards to my life. It is a wonderful thing. Glad others have been blessed like me.

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      Jess Killmenow 7 years ago from Nowheresville, Eastern United States

      I remember walking my three year old to the bathroom at midnight in the campground and pointing out our galaxy in the stars so bright above. Thanks for taking me back there.

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      Randy Behavior 7 years ago from Near the Ocean

      You made me think about my father and the tears come.

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      loua 7 years ago from Elsewhere, visiting Earth ~ the segregated community planet

      A fine poem; as a dad with a daughter I surely can relate...

      Thanks for sharing...