A free verse poem
And we may whisper
it from our pursed lips
on a rainy day while the
TV plays cartoons in
the background; “noise to
distract us from ourselves,”
only to be focused on you.
We haven’t forgotten.
We assure you.
We know how your strong
arms can lift us
beyond the stars.
We remember the tightness
of your embrace.
We can pinpoint the moment
you raged toward “21 questions”
when we brought some
new date home.
You are a young girl’s
first love.
You are a young boy’s
first hero.
You are the Boogeyman’s
Hitman for the little
ones who cry and coo
in their dark rooms.
It is imperative that you know
our lips will form to shape
the words, “Thank you”
and our hearts will push
out three others; “I love you”,
as you sit back in your
favorite chair to soak
up the newness of another day
the world nearly ignores.
But please don’t forget,
we know how important you
are. We aren’t afraid
to show you.
You are the present
a child waits to open
last.
Happy Father’s Day!
Originally published in A Cornered Gurl via Medium.
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Aww, Kathy. Thank you very much! 💙❤️💜
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Great poem Tre!
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Thank you, lady!
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You’re weelcome!
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Really wonderful poem, well written 👏🏽
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Thank you kindly! 🙏🏾💙
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You’re very welcome!
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A wonderful tribute to fathers.
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Peace. Thank you, Peggy.
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A beautiful honoring, trE! Love the last lines!
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Thank you so much! 🙏🏾💙
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You are welcome. 😊 Happy Sunday!
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Happy Sunday to you, too!
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🌞🙏🏻
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A wonderful sentiment. Thank you trE.
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You’re most welcome, Peter!
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