that laughter is
worth more to me
than anything
Tag: Fathers and Daughters
Father’s Day
The world saw
A dad body,
But she knew
A dad’s heart
To share is human:
Zinged
There was a love who left her, long ago –
She thinks about him still, and every day;
And although we’ve been married all these years,
I can’t make up for what she lost with him
For nobody gets over their first love:
Though she was very young, that love was all –
And there’s been something missing in her life
The long years since her daddy went away
For arrows through the heart aren’t all romantic;
And what love’s s’posed to be, it often isn’t
To share is human:
[.the barest road.]
the barest road is where she’s been;
along an empty stretch of gray
that doesn’t care a thing for her
and never did
and never will
the barest road looked good, at first –
but she’s been on it for too long
and lost too much of where she was
and who she was
and who she’d be
oh, girl, i know that i don’t know –
how far you’ve come, how far you’d go –
how life can work, and then implode —
and how much you have lost from all
your years along
and on
the
barest
road
To share is human:
The Daughter Next Door
He’s worried about his daughter
And I think that I know why;
It’s nothing that she’s done, at all,
Except to mystify
The father of a girl, who never
Thought that he would see
So clearly, signs of blooming
Female sexuality.
It’s not that he hasn’t noticed
She’s become a woman now —
It’s that he has – it panics him –
And he is not sure how
He best can shield her, or can even
Really understand:
For every hung-up worry he’s
Encountered, boy or man,
He now imposes on her. Though
Today, she’s full of joy,
He figures that that’s bad somehow;
That there must be some boy —
Oh, fathers, if we only knew
What daughters need displayed:
To love them and believe in them
And not be so afraid —
For sure, they’ll have their madnesses.
But that is all okay –
They need to know that Daddy isn’t
Going to go away —
So do not fight against the years.
They’ll brook no intercepting:
And let the love you show be one
Of pride, and of
Accepting
To share is human:
Cello and Piano
[Note: this might be a bit overdramatic, but it is how I feel. For what that’s worth. – Owen]
I miss the days of music with my daughter;
She’s older now, and put all that away –
I miss the sound of cello and piano;
I missed it back when there was a ‘last day’ —
A last day that we’d ever play together.
She says we will again, but then delays,
As months turn into years, and there’s no music –
There’s only one of two still there who plays.
To work so hard to get so very good,
Then carelessly leave all of that behind;
To leave behind the good in us for nothing,
And let the years spin by until we find
That when we’re ready duets to resume
The other half of them is in
Their tomb
To share is human:
You Try It
I have daughters, I have nieces;
They look pretty much like this —
Used to take them to the beaches.
There beside the ocean bliss,
Young guys often go amiss
I, the sheepdog of the family;
Roaming the perimeter —
If she likes you, fine, you’re welcome,
If not, better hit the sand,
Or lose your most crucial gland
I’m a Mac, you’re an Atari —
If you try it, you’ll
Be sorry
