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M K Whitmore Jul 2014
Dad, I miss you the most on days like these.
God has brought my future husband to me.
I wish you could meet him; you’d bond I know.
In a year or so, down the aisle we’ll go.

I love him; I know you would love him too.
He’s an outdoor lover, dad, just like you.
He seeks the Lord Jesus and loves Him first.
My little heart feels like it just might burst.

I miss you, you know and I always will.
You are the only one that place could fill.
In the sadness, immense joy I have found.
In my Heavenly Father love abounds.

I’d be lost and lonely and feeling bare,
But the Lord Jesus is always right there
M K Whitmore Jul 2014
The sun begins to set
I see us standing there
Hand in hand
Can’t help but stare

The moon and the stars
I see the beach, a fire, a glow.
Sweetly singing and dancing
You dipping me slow

You draw me near
With a whisper in my ear
A kiss on the cheek
I can’t even speak

Your piercing eyes
Could be my demise
Your shoulders, strong and bare
Wrap me up, take me anywhere

A knowing sigh
The ache in my heart
This longing
Begs us not to part

Passion restrained
Three words I know but can’t say
Waiting
Hoping
Praying
For that desired day
…and dearest, it will be worth it.
M K Whitmore Jul 2014
A scatter of stars in a moonlit sky
Hidden place on the lake where time flies by
Waves crash while soft embers crackle and glow
Perfect occasion for things you should know

You take my hand and draw me near to you
**** in the sand with a new move or two
Your strong embrace takes all my fears away
Most of me wishes forever we’d stay

I always want to be right by your side
This fire between us, harder to hide
Lingering in your arms dreading goodbye
My heart with you I gladly confide

I’m so thankful you chose me to pursue
Every minute: an adventure with you
M K Whitmore Jul 2014
“Child, you believe in words but not in Mine.
Friends, family, everyone, all the time.
Why do you listen to the world out there?
I created you, saved you; you were spared.

Dearest, I have written you a letter
Explaining to you My voice is better
I defeated sin on a wooden cross
Laid My life down there and covered the cost

My words are truth, bring life and call out lies.
Why do you disobey just out of spite?
Remember My forgiveness and My grace
It seeks, reaches, covers every place

Devour My letter, rely on Me,
Your Heavenly Father will set you free.”
M K Whitmore Jul 2014
Bouncing down the tall stairs
Hazel eyes and short blonde hair
Daughter, the first of two
She looked up to you
Mama’s girl was so small
Not like her dad at all

Daddy liked to fish, hunt and hike
Kayak, canoe and mountain bike
She liked all the little girl things
Barbies, crayons and trampolines

Today I sit in your old kayak and gear
And think about us as if you were still here
I wish we could do all these things together
Now we’re the same, but you never got better

In and out of hospitals all the time
Still we all thought that you would be just fine
No answers, no cure and little treatment
But you had hope in the discouragement

Time has passed and you’ve been missed greatly
I realize now just how much you gave me
Your stubbornness, determination and drive
Your deep love and passion of all things outside

Dad, so many things we could do
I want to be back there with you
On the water with that kayak
But nothing will bring those days back

So many things you’ll miss
Stories of my first kiss
Frightening my prom date
Seeing me graduate
Walking me down the aisle
Tearing up all the while

Dad, you are loved and you are missed.

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