Daddy's Home

My daughter Aris and I

When I was young and dreams abound

no limit to virility

My hopes and dreams had left a sound

of silent, calm, nobility

Nature had blessed my heart with love

so that light would live in my brain

And in that place that I called home

the flicker of love would remain

 

My days were pained with great laments

work and bills had beaten me down

I wondered why God let this be

the truth of life in my small town

 

I asked that question of my God

"send me a sign, that I might see"

As little feet echoed the street

cries of "Daddy's Home!" answered me

 

Tatertot and I

                                    

Author's Note

When we are young our own hopes and dreams are the only thing on our minds. Then comes the day when you realize how short and how sweet life truly is. When your child looks at you as a man and smiles with that innocent cried unwavering admiration for what you take for granted. The ability to put a roof over their heads and a song in their heart. I was thinking of my little friend Drake Cooper today. He use to run down the hall screaming "Tates here"!.Then jump in my arms. It reminded me of my own boy when he was that little. And so endeared him to my heart.

For all the fathers whose unsung dreams were just to be a part of their childs life.
Tate

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

Such an emotional write, Tate, I almost teared up - (but don't tell anyone!). Those last two lines really hit home. It's been a long time since my children were that small and dependent on me, but those memories never fade. The best times of our lives.

[Clayton Bardwell]

I like to read your poems out loud. Like David, that last line had trouble being heard.

[poeticpiers]

A profound truth Tate but it takes time to recognise it ivor

[KAOlmsted]

This is so sweet...it made me think of my own daughter when her Daddy comes home at night...she stands at the door and competes with Ralphie the dog as to which one is more excited :-D Nice pen, my friend.

[Undying Glory]

powerful work, i really love this one. i guess society really underestimates sometimes how much dads can care for their kids. this was pretty darn touching and really wonderful to read. hope you'll always love your kid. great write here! and thanks for sharing.

[Dayran]

To see that which our life serves in others is a moment of joy in our lives. It affirms the way all lives serve each other. A great write.

[Muse]

We may not like to admit it, but we live vicariously through our dreams and the lives of our children, it's very hard to see them go unfulfilled. Lovely work.

[Tate Morgan]

They are my dreams hence are fulfilled

[The Nameless]

Aww, this is a really sweet poem. Touching, like always.
You seem to love your family alot, they are lucky to have you.

Well done on another great poem, I enjoyed reading it =D

[Norma M Sutton]

Beautiful.

[spiritwind]

Well done, Tate, well done!

[gabrielle]

This tender write gave me lump in my throat.
years ago, whenever my dad came home from the office, my siblings and i would hurry to find his slippers so that he could change immediately so he could join us in our activities. I never noticed how tired he was or maybe he would not just show it. I could only remember how he took delight on our simple acts. When we all got our degrees, he would tell us we're his greatest achievement. This poem made me miss my dad even more.
Thank you for sharing this.