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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.
The role of father is a most essential one in any person's life, and it may not be performed by the biological parent. I found your poem very moving.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful that you had this substitute father! I like the poem as it is – particularly with this ending which rounds it off so beautifully and poignantly – but yes please do come back and get it to your own satisfaction. And perhaps post the final version anew, so we can revisit?
ReplyDeleteI understand this. For me, it was my mother who was constantly critical. Into my life--for a while--came my oldest brother's girlfriend, who had the same effect on me. (My brother is 13 years older than I am.) I was only five, but never forgot her.
ReplyDeleteOur Father and Mother are our first teachers of love and being loved. It can have such a big impact on our lives. This is a lovely poem Margaret!
ReplyDeleteSweet loving poem. Very special.
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