And why would we?

A lone, baby girl — your first, sheltered in your embrace.
You loved her. You love her. Old photos are passed
down through the hands of a younger
baby girl. You love her, too.
How have our memories been floating
around the family tree making
their way through our bloodline?
I look at this photo, it moves me.
I am centered and sure of myself
and happy. I knew I was safe in
one of my favorite places — my father’s arms.
Does your youngest know this, too?
If only we could rewind time but
why would we? What would that accomplish?
There is an overaged pain that
sneaks up on me and reminds me
of better days but life isn’t
too keen on rekindling old flames.
I have lost my fire.
But I look at this lone, baby girl
and I remember being loved.
I remember using your arm
as my personal swing.
I remember learning how to swim
and being tickled until
my toes cramped from nonstop laughter.
I remember you. I remember you.
And I count it as a blessing
there are still memories to recall
of happier days when I was
a lone, baby girl leaning
into safe arms learning how to love.
©2022 Tremaine L. Loadholt
Father’s Day is fast approaching in the US, and I still can’t say some of the things I wish to say to my father without choking up but I can always tell him, “I love you,” because I do. And I always will. If you’re a father, may someone spill a little love down on you this coming weekend. Peace and blessings.
Very sweet!!
Love it
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Thank you.
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If only everyone had a great memory like this one! 💖💖💖
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🙏🏾💙
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I cried. Thank you for sharing.
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Peace. Thank you for reading and for also connecting with this piece emotionally. I’m honored.
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Sweet ❤️❤️.
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Sending you a virtual hug
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Thank you kindly. 🙏🏾💜
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Heartfelt!!💖💖💖
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What a beautiful, loving tribute to your father.
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Thank you for reading.
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Beautiful, trE. 💚
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Thank you, Graeme!
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Beautifully expressed, Tre!
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Thank you, Mags!
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Such a beautiful poem and perfect to celebrate fathers.
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Thank you, Peggy! I’m glad you like this one. 🙏🏾💙
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Even as a child, de nina, you had the big expressive eyes!
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Haha! I love my eyes. Thank you, Kim! They’re not nearly as big now, but still big and expressive enough. My youngest nephew, Thyrie and my cousin, Caison have the same eyes!
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I’m so glad you had/have a good relationship with your dad. So many kids do not.
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Actually, we don’t have the best relationship. We’re okay. Divorce does a lot to children. I appreciate his presence and undying love, but we have our moments.
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What an incredibly moving poem, trE.. this is so beautifully full of feeling.
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Thank you very much! I appreciate you stopping by and commenting!
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My pleasure! Thank you for sharing with us!
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Just perfect trE. Thank you.
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Thank you, Peter! And, you’re welcome! *big hugs*
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