Mims 3h

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens....
This song,
Has been stuck in my head since tuesday,
I overheard you singing it to your daughter,
A father,
A relationship,
I will never have.
You're only three,
And your life seems so easy,
Financially stable parents,
Loving father,
I have to admit sometimes I'm jealous,
the life you'll have,
Will be the life I've always wanted.
But could never grasp.
He,
Is a good man,
And he,
Will always love you,
I,
Have a bad man,
And he never loved me.

And I can't be too bitter,
You're only three,
But I wish the way that they loved you,
Someone,
Would love me.

Heartmouth 15h

When I was very little, my dad used to make up songs about what he was doing around the house.
Getting ready to go fishing, he'd make up a song.
Making lunch; he'd make up a song.
And once, he was making coffee, and I vaguely remember it.
My dad was holding me while he was pouring the coffee into the coffee filter,
The water in the coffee pot.
I remember him looking at me and smiling and then he sang:
"I love coffee," he'd sing and I'd echo with what he'd sing.
"Coffee every day,"
"When I wake in the morning,"
"It gets me on my way."

I love you dad. Even all of your weird embarrassing songs.
Enandin 6d

On the day my daughter wed
Salt water tears from tear ducts bled
Spilling out from behind closed eyes
In that moment I realised
I watched my little girl morphose
Standing there in bridal clothes

Gentle words from me were said
While holding back the tears I shed
Listening to the vows she made
All grown now, old memories fade
My little girl in all this world
Reeling while these feelings swirled

From when I held her above my head
Keep her safe, to God I pled
A baby then, a woman now
Listen while she makes her vow
Close my eyes this liquid stings
Witness them exchanging rings.

Enandin Apr 15

Sweet bird of paradise
Such dreams you entice
Perched on your coloured glass roost
High over those you've seduced
Rocking gently in summer's breeze
Your long tail feathers tailored to please
With freedom in the skies to play
You prey upon our minds today
A shock of colour on a swaying perch
These are the people this is the church
Let bells ring out across the land
Standing barefoot in the sand
A fragile beauty scattered with rice
Visions of vivacity, our sweet bird in paradise.

From the announcement of our daughter's marriage in 2015. The day is nearly upon us!
Enandin Apr 15

Skies above speak of love
Seas below wash and flow
Clouds between drift and dream
Through a porthole all is seen
Silver wings slice the air
Time and space take us there
Sun and sand's where we're led
To see my only daughter wed

The day is getting close, my daughter very soon to be married under an African sun.
Annie Apr 15

Mother, you ask me to cut the cake
But mother, oh my sweet mother,
I'm merely holding a knife here

Mother you think it's my birthday and I should be happy,
But little do you know,
Mother, my incognisant mother

You see, this here in my soft, tender hands
It's more tempting than the candles you brought,
More intimidating than you sitting in front,
It brings the flashbacks more than a picture does

To you, it's something as superficial as love
But to me, my mother
To me, it's a reminder of all the things I could never be,
That I belong to no one,
And mother, that none belongs to me

Heidi Ludwiczak Apr 12

I reject the likeness of you _
To resolve this, I lied and become the finest of you

I reject the sameness as you _

To avoid this, dishonesty pleasures—
I believe the untruth

I reject the appearance of you _
Through the looking glass I continuously hate the one who stares back at me

I reject your charm _

Where most who encounter me seems to be magnetize to my own charisma

I reject the way you think
And here I am discerning how not to be you

I reject your cheating heart
I saw mom suffer from this and yet I cheated

I reject your rejection
Where I thought I forgive but I still despised your presence in my head...

Small hand grasps my thumb
Round eyes gaze into my soul
So sweet, is my love

Me and my ex watched her sister (Lavender) a lot during the year we dated. When we first got together, her sister was only a month old. We often played house with Lavender, pretending I was 'dada' and she was 'mama'. A week before we (mutually) broke up, I was putting Lavender to bed when she giggled and said 'dada'. First time she called me that, and I felt overjoyed that she did. Cried like hell when they moved. Not only because I lost a good friend (my ex) but I felt like I was loosing my daughter as well. Sometimes its hard feeling so much.
Raquel Butler Apr 4

Listen to your father they'd say,
Make sure you seek father's approval,
Respect your father,
Never talk back to father.
Even if he is wrong, obey your father.
Father knows best.

Or does he?

Somewhere far, born in a fusion reaction, in absolute darkness.
These little packets travelled across vacuum for 8 long minutes and 20 seconds,
To pass over trees and through my open window
and reflected by a dark photograph of sound waves  that i was holding.
Finally falling on my retina to deliver the information to my visual cortex.
Thank you Photons, for traveling 149.6 million kilometers to tell me how beautiful my daughter is.
I know, the journey was worth it.

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