This year I had to let go of my dad's hand for the final time, and I wrote this for him in that moment.
Dreams
of Magic
Dad
hesitates to let go of my tiny hand,
and
when I glance back...
I see dreams of magic sparkling in his eyes.
He insists I listen to my mother because she’s fair,
I see dreams of magic sparkling in his eyes.
He insists I listen to my mother because she’s fair,
Yet... we eat cheesecake for supper when she’s not there.
His
laughter echoes on the prairie
each
and every time I miss the tooth fairy.
He spoils me a little too much.
He heals booboos with a touch.
He spoils me a little too much.
He heals booboos with a touch.
He
walks me down the aisle with a promise
that
love is always worth the rush.
He
teaches my children how to dream
while he
pans for gold in a stream.
Dad hesitates to let go of my hand,
but
this time, when he looks back...
his dreams of magic are sprinkled in our lives.
8 comments:
Beautiful, bittersweet. Writing can be such solace when our hearts are breaking.
I'm sorry that your dad isn't here with you for tomorrow's special day.
But you've certainly remembered him beautifully in this post, Tanya.
Tanya - Thank you for sharing the beautiful poetry about your Dad - what a lovely tribute. What more could a person hope for than to "sprinkle dreams of magic." He definitely lives on in you, dear friend.
Happy Father's Day, Tanya. I know your dad must be very proud of you and everything you have accomplished. This is a touching and beautiful poem - isn't it wonderful how writing allows us to harbor fond memories of our loved ones?
By the way, I'm hosting an awesome blogfest and critique giveaway at my blog from June 22-24 that you should totally come participate in if you're interested! :) Hope you have a great day.
~Wendy Lu
The Roarin' Twenties Poetry Blogfest + Chapter Critique Giveaway (hosted by The Red Angel)
What a beautiful, sweet poem and a wonderful tribute to your father. Thank you so much for sharing :)
Aw, that's wonderful and admittedly jerked a few tears from my eyes. Dads are the best!
This is a lovely tribute to your dad, may he rest in peace. I'm very sorry you are having to do without him now.
I love that line:
He teaches my children how to dream
while he pans for gold in a stream.
I hope that's me, too.
Beautiful. You made me cry.
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