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When I Was Her Father
by Michael DefriesWill she remember my hands
From when I was her father
Somehow I seemed enough
But now it turns I’m not
When we use to go play in the park
She laughed and ran and joy
She was a little monkey herself
Climbing on the bars
It seems heartfelt this broken
Imagery of times when I was there
Her father, strong, and courageous
Attentive, and creative, mostly
Loving
She got all of the attention daily
Helped her learn her ABC’s
Pointed out names of pictures
She learned fast as she craved life
This little girl holding my hand
Life’s hand, I was everything
Being humbled cause I was
Only everything in her eyes. 10/21/2009 Posted on 12/27/2009
Copyright © 2025 Michael Defries
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 12/29/09 at 05:05 AM I've reached the Grandmother stage, and wonder all the more if they will remember my hands...wistful and touching, thanks for posting! |
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