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To My Daughter's Soul

by Tony Whitaker

Wild child at thirty
Digging through time to find
Fossils of her past
Keeping deep within her Earth

Fully feeling the rut of life
Dirt in her face
She reaches for a future
Which escapes her grasp

She inherited my genes
I know what that means

Clipped wings of a raptor’s soul
Wanting nothing more than to soar

10/01/2009

Posted on 10/01/2009
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 10/01/09 at 05:59 PM

So very well done Tony. I fear my daughter has ended up also with my genes. And I just hope it doesn't take her as long as it did me find the other side of the coin. The universe has its opposites and it is a shame that some see only one aspect.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/01/09 at 06:31 PM

Me three. But, Ive always told her: never grow a wishbone where your backbone ought to be. Give her time, when she's your age (our ages) she may have a grasp of it,,,took me that long. This is thoughtful, Tony, and great ponderability. Thanks.

Posted by Laurie Blum on 10/01/09 at 06:56 PM

This is a very powerful poem Tony, very touching... I often see myself in my own daughter too.

Posted by Allison Smith on 10/02/09 at 02:13 AM

A beautiful poem about your daughter. It gave me goosebumps. Favourite.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/02/09 at 01:27 PM

I sure can relate to this one; see a lot of myself in it. Excellent reflection of body, mind and soul Tony.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/03/09 at 06:02 PM

There is a poignancy that radiates from this sobering poem. When we see ourselves in our children but can only stand by to let them find themselves, it is very frustrating. Sends me often to my prayer "closet".

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/04/09 at 12:30 AM

I felt the couplets structure was a great way to focus my mind in this reading, Tony. You express her and your sameness so well. I suspect that like you, she will learn how to soar.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 10/04/09 at 12:27 PM

Awesome poem.When I read, it made me think of my own 22 year old headstrong daughter, who takes after me mostly, but she has a little of the best of her father too! :) Great poem, Tony. I totally enjoyed reading and relating to this one.

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 10/05/09 at 08:36 PM

Our children oft remind us of our own struggles and would we not take that away if only we could, as we cannot it is a tribute that you can write so lovingly for her and hold her close in your heart. smh

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/06/09 at 12:09 AM

...i feel like i drove into the drive-in and a fight's broke out...a party of love-miseries...this pome had me like the monkey bars...and your YIKES she's just like me reference/awareness there towards the end gave me a giggle...cool write. heavy subj.

Posted by Alisa Js on 10/06/09 at 02:44 AM

Hi Tony...what a beautiful testament of love for your daughter..alisa

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/06/09 at 10:01 AM

This is beautiful, Tony, full of understanding and your knowing.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/30/09 at 07:03 PM

Wow, this is one of those poems that brings a big sigh. It truth cuts to the bone, but its love heals and invites. I don't have children, but I know something of the feeling of powerlessness over their choices. I feel this angst in your lines. What is beautiful is your soul loving her's. Thanks for this gift, Tony.

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/08/10 at 05:30 PM

Well done. Your fears are well stated. I fear for my children. My genes are awful. We are all combination plates. Maybe our kids will get lucky and not inherite the bad genes. Great write!

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