Your Boat Sailed

Apr 27, 2018 by

Your Boat Sailed

Your boat sailed a long time ago
And you were in it.
Now my life is an embargo
Of anything you deposit.

Your Boat Sailed. The perfect message that needed to be expressed and was and is over with. Like the thoughts expressed, this is out of my head, not that the thoughts were active, either.

I do not sit around thinking about you
And have not in a while.
For me the skies are once again azure blue
And my face wears a smile.

There are no longer storm clouds on my horizons
Or eggshells where I walk.
No longer unfair accusations or suspicions
With whom I chose to talk.

I don’t have to worry about who I’ll meet at the door
When I come home at day’s end.
Or if I’ll find you lying passed out in the floor
And lie about it to our church friends.

Yes, you still project your fears onto me
And cast your evil sins my way.
That’s the way it’s always been and will be
At least that’s what the doctors say.

They tell me to let you howl into the night
Like the wolf at the Moon.
That doesn’t seem to make things right
But you’ll stop howling soon.

For not too long from now there’ll be a guy
A sucker just like me;
Who will come a long and be fooled just as I
For you to sink your fangs in, we’ll see.

It’s always my fault, but really it isn’t
I’ve come to see that clearly.
You’ve tried to turn me into a ruinous peasant
But you’ll never topple me.

Because I’m stronger than you will ever be;
For one simple thing is true.
It is okay for me to be in love with me
And you will only ever find hate for you.

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I Can’t Tell You — A Father’s Poem to a Daughter

Mar 9, 2018 by

I Can’t Tell You — A Father’s Poem to a Daughter

This is a father’s poem to a daughter. Years ago, circa 1998, maybe early 1999, before her twin sisters were born, I wrote this poem for Chandler. I found it in the garage the other day, the pages worn and stained the way a poem written twenty years ago should be. Here it is in digital form so that won’t ever happen again.

This may be my poem to Chandler, but I dare say it’s probably a message most fathers have about their little girls. I could apply it to Reagan and Haley as well and have. Looking back, I think we’ve done just about all of the things I mention in the poem–though I never had to sample mud pies!

They are now little women, but I forever hold them in my heart like you see Chandler in the picture to the right. That’s her in my lap where she and the twins will always be in spirit.

I Can’t Tell You

I can’t tell you how much I love you,
Or how much I like to hold you.
I can’t tell you how happy you make me feel inside
How you make my heart pound so hard with pride.

I can’t tell you how much I love to watch you grow,
To learn to walk, to run, to catch and throw.
I can’t tell you how much I’d like you to play piano
To learn to act, or dance or sing soprano.

I can’t tell you how much I like to kiss you
Or measure when we’re apart how much I miss you.
I can’t tell you how I want you to be so smart
To do well in science, English and event art.

I can’t tell you how much I want you to know,
The feel of grass, of fallen leaves and snow.
I can’t tell you how much I want to walk with you
To climb big rocks, to talk, to jump and sing songs, too.

I can’t tell you how much I want to learn with you,
About computers, cooking, baby dolls, and mud pies, too.
I can’t tell you all I see when you’re at rest
And think about my limits you sometimes test.

I can’t tell you how much I love to see you read
And to reach out to me when you feel in need.
I can’t tell you how excited I get every day
When you come to me and say, “Daddy, let’s play.”

I can’t tell you how much I love to brush your hair
To tickle, and tumble and to tell you I care.
I can’t tell you how much it hurts to see you fall,
Or to not be there in the day when I know you call.

I can’t tell you about all I want you to know,
But for now, I’ll work on “Red light stop. On green you go.”
I can’t tell you I’ll always be at your side,
One day you’ll grow up and become a bride.

I can tell you it will be hard to walk you down that aisle,
But I promise you now, I’ll be wearing a smile.
I can tell you I’ll be thinking of so many other days then,
How much I’d like to go back and do it all again.

And I can tell you right now that makes me sad,
So today, I’ll just concentrate on being your Dad.

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