daddy’s hands would hold mine when i was afraid,
fix my bike chain when it was loosened,
fold together in mealtime prayers, or
show me how to move chess pieces
yes, i have my father’s eyes
bluish-green or greenish blue
framed by long lashes and able
to see another’s point of view
as a teenager, i’d protest:
“papa, don’t preach!” but
that didn’t slow his sermons on
following everybody off a cliff
daddy could swear, i declare,
he swore in dutch at car engine
when i asked what those words meant
he commanded, “go to the house!”
no one could tease or make
me laugh as much as dad did;
every grin and guffaw conveyed
message, “your daddy loves you!”
A father poem, including song titles, linked to dVerse poets pub.
a poem in my pocket 
Mar 23, 2023 @ 10:59:05
Lovely ❤️
Mar 22, 2023 @ 15:11:23
I love how he swore in dutch… a lovely detail
Mar 22, 2023 @ 16:13:18
…and I don’t think it meant, “go to the house!” 😉
Mar 22, 2023 @ 15:00:15
❤ Daddy's Girl
Mar 22, 2023 @ 14:35:18
Sounds like a wonderful man. Great descriptions. You’ve honoured him well.
Mar 22, 2023 @ 14:36:20
Thank you very much, Mish.
Mar 22, 2023 @ 10:03:26
You are fortunate indeed. Beautifully expressed.
Mar 22, 2023 @ 12:24:58
Yes, I was blessed to have a close relationship with him.
Mar 22, 2023 @ 06:17:04
What a beautiful write, Lynn! Such a loving tribute.
Mar 22, 2023 @ 08:20:56
Thank you…he was a good father to me.
Mar 22, 2023 @ 08:28:12
I am sure he was the best! You are welcome.
Mar 22, 2023 @ 04:20:28
Lovely poem, Lynn.
Mar 22, 2023 @ 08:21:27
Thank you, Misky 🙂
Mar 21, 2023 @ 23:31:18
Beautiful Lynn. Gorgeous. 👏
Mar 22, 2023 @ 08:25:52
Thank you, Selma (i take little bow in honor of my dad).
Mar 21, 2023 @ 18:11:16
Beautiful memories of your father.
Mar 21, 2023 @ 21:47:16
Thanks for reading, Frank!