His Pride and Joy

He's fighting not only for his lifelong partner and sons, but for his three angels with hearts of gold.

 

Their adoring brown eyes,

And charming personalities,

Stay imprinted in his mind,

As they squeezed his hand good-bye.

 

His little angels were growing

So fast that every time he blinked,

Something about them changed,

Leaving him thinking...

 

Where did all those years go,

He questioned as he rested his eyes,

Without much thought he knew,

He knew why they changed so much.

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Hundreds of miles away,

He imagined his three girls

Enjoying their youthful lives,

Without him by their sides.

 

Only once a year

Did his girls come up to visit,

Only once in a while they'd call

And chat for no longer than ten minutes each.

 

Even if they weren't constantly there,

He just knew they loved him,

Like he loved them,

Or else they wouldn't have stopped in to see him.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Let me know what could be fixed.
Also your interpretations. I love reading interpretations.

Reviews

[Clarisse Nanoit]

Beautiful. It's lovely, and based on all-too-common an occurance. I love this SO much. :) Great piece, my dear.
KH

[Roberta Weth]

Wow this is so beautiful, but so sad at the same time. I just left home to go to college last year but this really reminds me of my dad.
I love your use of imagery and the emotion is really powerful here.
This is a beautiful work and I look forward to reading more by you.
~Bobbi