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Epithalamium

by William F Dougherty

(For Cynthia Ann Dougherty)

Towing your tattered doll,
you would fetch your storybook
and scale my knees to hear
how Sleeping Beauty woke.
My voice, to match a tale,
grated a giant's roar
or whispered of lamp or bean
against your ash-blonde hair.

You clapped each tidy ending,
after fidgeting through the plot:
your smile—at rescue, prince,
embrace—bloomed at the thought.
In that time of once upon,
legend let fall the truth
that a princess is her feeling:
kind words keep a lovely mouth.

I celebrate that now
in your own story's flush,
toss rice at your ivory gown
and raise a father's wish.
Ever-afters recede in mist,
but for the princess shining here
my cheer is plain, not easy:
may your storybook endure.



06/01/2012

Posted on 06/01/2012
Copyright © 2020 William F Dougherty

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/11/12 at 12:15 AM

Oh, breathtaking fatherly love. Thank you. The world needs more of this!

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