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I Wish
He always had time to listen,
to care; made me feel like a princess
for the very first time.
Somehow sparked into existance
the tiniest bit of confidence
which took root and grew;
yet so very fragile. Had to hold tight,
shut out the loud voice at home.
When he finally became a father,
I visited, little baby's fingers
wrapped itself around my hand,
and I leaned in close, whispered:
"You're the luckiest little girl alive."
by Margaret Bednar, April 12, 2019
Really, this is not finished - quick, dashed out thoughts so I can participate in "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Fireblossom Friday - Love" But we were to write about a love for someone that doesn't know how we love them. Mine is a father figure... A wonderful man who made a huge difference in a very, very, shy girl's life - one with no confidence and a father who was very critical and hard to please.
Anyway, I plan on coming back to this poem as this is really just a beginning - I had ten minutes before the stroke of midnight.
Also linked with "NaPoWriMo" - National Poetry Month, a celebration of poetry which takes place each April, was introduced in 1996 and is organized by the Academy of American Poets as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry in the United States.
