Angels and Caterpillar Kisses

For my beloved father...

Remember when I was a little girl

Bolting to shelter in your waterbed?

Nightmares whisked my panic all in a whirl,

You rocked me wishing they plagued you instead;

 

And you sang “Angels watchin’ over me…”

Mustache caterpillar kisses galore,

How I sobbed when you cut that critter free.

Still, daddy’s baby couldn’t ask for more.

 

Now I’m not the tiny child you once knew,

But those visions grew ever tangible.

Thought I could handle the curve-balls life threw

Alone, what a laugh! I was unable.

 

I run to you still, cry on your shoulder

You will always be my rock… my boulder.

 

 

Author's Note

Let me know if anything can be improved, I would like to give this to my father on July 31st for his birthday.

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

Oh , this is moving. Not easy to accept fragiliy and how great it was the image of remembering times gone by when security was shed over you like a cocoon. And little has changed as the company and security and overall understanding is still there.

Let there be hope

Thankyou

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you so much for your words Rene, I am glad you enjoyed this!

[anne]

I don't have words......their is a reflection I always see of my father values and everything in me and I can feel this in your poem........their is no word which can describe the beauty of this relation.....He will love it........I wish you have a great time ahead with your father.......

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you Anne, I am so glad you were able to connect and I am happy you think so.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think he will love this...it will touch his heart.

it is very well done indeed...really impressive how you used the slant rhyme in this piece..."tangible/ unable" ala Dickinson...

and there are shades of her in this...that need to be totally independent...and yet still feeling the ties, the need for comfort and safety from someone other than ourselves.

[Ashira Macy]

Thanks so much Jacob. Not a whole lot rhymes with tangible, but I didn't really feel like giving the word up. =) It is an honor to be compared to Dickinson, thank you!

[Zackary Black]

Wonderful. There's no way he won't love it.

[Ashira Macy]

My thanks Zackary, I am glad you think so!