he’s in God’s hands now

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.

17 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. poetisatinta
    Mar 23, 2023 @ 10:59:05

    Lovely ❤️


  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Mar 22, 2023 @ 15:11:23

    I love how he swore in dutch… a lovely detail


  3. msjadeli
    Mar 22, 2023 @ 15:00:15

    ❤ Daddy's Girl


  4. Mish
    Mar 22, 2023 @ 14:35:18

    Sounds like a wonderful man. Great descriptions. You’ve honoured him well.


  5. artsandletters9
    Mar 22, 2023 @ 10:03:26

    You are fortunate indeed. Beautifully expressed.


  6. paeansunplugged
    Mar 22, 2023 @ 06:17:04

    What a beautiful write, Lynn! Such a loving tribute.


  7. Misky
    Mar 22, 2023 @ 04:20:28

    Lovely poem, Lynn.


  8. SelmaMartin
    Mar 21, 2023 @ 23:31:18

    Beautiful Lynn. Gorgeous. 👏


  9. Frank Hubeny
    Mar 21, 2023 @ 18:11:16

    Beautiful memories of your father.


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