From a boy to a man to the father of a daughter.

it did not end as what it started, i'll tell ya that much. a letter from a father to his daughter.

Your eyes are a pair of diamonds

And on some days waterfalls

Seeing into things I’m not sure exist

 

Your nose the button I can’t help but press.

That button does a lot of things

But mostly just makes you smile.

 

Your lips are the first stroke of red

From a painters brush to the canvas,

Dripping words as the paint bleeds.

 

Your hair is an golden forest

That I could lose myself in forever

And never feel lost.

 

Your hands are little blankets

Just big enough to cover up the world

When you cover my eyes with them.

 

Your name is a song

That I’ll never stop singing

And that will never get old

Even when I do.

Author's Note

there's no rhyme, or rhythm, or canter of any sort. and no, i don't have a daughter. or anyone.

Reviews

[Amy Vaughn]

My favorite is the last stanza, but I just wanted to say I really love how you write your poems. Sometimes I'll read other's people's work, and it's really great too, but just not my style. Something about the way you word your words hooks me to always click your writing! Keep it coming :)

[Nicky Wilson]

WOW !! I actually cried a little, this was beautiful !! WOW !!! well written :)

[NJ Schneider]

Last stanza hits hard. Love it.

You've got this really great way of making words flow smoothly like...like a silk ribbon floating in the wind. Kind of an odd metaphor but that's what your poems remind me of. There's just this peaceful sense of being about them, relaxing.

[shoaib]

powerful work here
great job

[Lily Mae]

Well you will make her happy someday if this is how you view her.. This is soft and gentle and simply beautiful.. I could picture perfectly her hand covering his eyes:) x