The Days of the Rainbow(father and daughter)

the realization of a father that his little girl has grown up and that he must let go.

Those were the days of the rainbow
When the winter ended, the good weather came back
And you, with the moon and the stars in your eyes
Felt a hand touching your skin,

And while you went crazy for the scent of the flowers
The night was lit with a thousand colours.

You were lying, little girl, but you got up as a woman

You're stronger and safer, the adventure started
Now they're little girls, old friends
Who meet in a group to play
And still dream on a moon beam.

 

You live your life as an important woman
Because when you were sixteen, you already had a lover
And one day, you'll know that every woman is mature
At the right time and with the right measure.

And in your runaway you'll find love
You'll leave the past behind for better times,

Those were the days of the rainbow
Pictures of that chocolate covered mouth
Forever remain in my mind
Goodbye my little treasure
It's time to have your own rainbow.

Author's Note

a re-release of one of my older poems, please feel free to leave behind a rating...a high one hopefully if you like the piece....I welcome all comments and if for some reason you don't like the piece please don't give it a low rating, just message me telling me why!!.......Thank-you......take-care.....Ciao, Nico.

Reviews

[Carrie Montgomery]

"You'll leave the past behind for better times," good words for a growing/gorwn child.
"Pictures of that chocolate covered mouth
Forever remain in my mind"...they stay "little" to us, don't they?
this is a wonderful tribute to a child...lovely imagery and a nice even flow.

[Dani California]

Those were the days of the rainbow
Pictures of that chocolate covered mouth
Forever remain in my mind
Goodbye my little treasure
It's time to have your own rainbow.


I love this. The entire write is wonderful but this stanza or piece of it rather was my favorite. Great imagery and a bit of sadness in letting go of the child that once was who is now a grown woman.

Beautiful poem.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Beautiful imagery of a father absorbing the growth of his once little girl - truly a delight to read. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[Norma J. Jessee]

They don't stay small forever, that's for sure. However the memories we hold in our hearts and minds will always be there. The first time I really realized my were growing up, ( I had 4 ) was when the eldest walked down the isle at her graduation. I cried. then again at her wedding. It was the same with each one. The hardest to see grow up was the baby one. When he left home the nest was empty......... But then it started filling up with grandbabies. I now have 12 and I love them like my own. and the nest is full again.

I love this piece. Thank you for sharing

[sthrlnd (annmarie)]

I think it was very nice.

[An owl on the moon]

Beautiful expression of a father's love, letting go of his little girl. This day for me is not far off, so I find it so bittersweet!

[Patsy]

I just love it... I can easily see my hubby say this to his daughter...

[TL Boehm]

beautifully written. Children do not stay static....except in certain places in our minds.

[maiarusm]

I believe that it is harder for the father when the daughter grows up. (I can almost imagine my dad's face when I tell him I've got to work and live on my own... I wonder if he'll take it better than when I tell him that I have a boyfriend. :)) Anyway, the realization that she's grown and about to leave, to chase her own dreams instead of asking her parents for help is a bittersweet experience. That is what your poem tells, at least for me that is... It is an excellent piece that I'll probably recommend to my dad.

[TamerQtaish]

Well I still don't have kids and I know this isn't the same as brining 7 puppies into this world and taking care of them, cause dogs are more fun lol... just kidding, but honestly, this is a beautiful piece that gained my deepest respect
Sorry for reviewing it so late, I wasn't much around lately.

All the best,
Tamer Qtaish

[Janyce Helen Van Es]

Watching a child grow to maturity can be rough on a parent. This is beautifully written from the heart. My own daughter is almost forty-one. I remember her birth like it was yesterday.