Daddy's
Girl
Removing the library card
from my wallet
the picture, her first day of
kindergarten,
comes to view through the
plastic sleeve.
That morning she woke me
early, wanted
to watch cartoons rather than
go to school.
This photo Mom took, us
cuddled under
covers eating dry cereal,
hugging pillows
in television's glow, her
eyes on the screen,
my eyes closed, fingers
combing her hair.
Brought from my reverie, a
small child's
voice somewhere behind me,
"I'm so glad
you're my Daddy, Daddy. I
love you."
"I love you, too,"
I whisper.
Carl "Papa" Palmer,
United States
Carl "Papa" Palmer
of University Place, WA is retired military, retired FAA, now just
plain retired without wristwatch, cell phone, alarm clock or Facebook
friend. Carl is a Hospice volunteer and president of The Tacoma
Writers Club.
MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever
lovely nostalgic write
ReplyDeleteAs is your writings, Jack. Thank you, Sir.
DeleteDear Carl, your poem moves me, you describe a scene full of love and tenderness between a Papa and his child. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteBest wishes,
Inge
Appreciations, Inge. Thank you for choosing this poem,
Deletea reminisce of and for Papa's everywhere. I love WHISPERS and you, our wonderful editor.
lovely write Carl, what a sweet memory.
ReplyDeleteComing from you, Peggy, a compliment to cherish.
DeleteWarming vision, Carl.
ReplyDelete__ Looking into my Granddaughter's eyes, I see her Mother's glem; memories.
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A vision we all can share, a poem you soon should write. That's what we poets do. Thank you for thoughtful comment.
DeleteEveryone;s heart will be touched.!!!! Reflection when reading will HAPPEN. Be Ready All.
ReplyDeleteThank you, my friend, coming from a fellow Papa and Dad of your little girl growing up next door to my little girl.
DeleteBe blessed.