Woman-child

Warning: Tear-jerker. Have Kneenex nearby. (Recommended by a blogger.)

Woman-child



She’s almost fully grown
This woman-child of mine;
The years flew by so fast
For her babyhood days I pine.

Thinking of her
As I gaze at the sky;
Snapshot memories flit
Through my mind’s eye.

She was my little miracle.
Sweet, blonde, and fair.
I long for the fresh smell
Of baby-scented hair.

Her many firsts;
First steps, first day of school…
Her many struggles;
Hernia surgery, recovery…

Teaching and scolding.
Helping her grow…
Learning from mistakes…
Where did the years go?

No longer needs me to
Bandage scraped knees…
She’s a woman-child,
Seeking autonomy.

So many letting go’s.
I am always near.
Find a purpose, a goal.
I am always here.

I still see potential growth.
Learning never ends.
Blossom, my woman-child.
Learning never ends.


July 8, 2007



Poem for my daughter’s 13th birthday-from Shari (Mom)

Dad

At each family gathering,
There is a void that is hard to fill
Yet we keep our memories alive.
We know that it was His will.

We have to move on.
With joy our hearts sing,
Knowing that you are
No longer suffering.

You left an imprint on us.
We will not forget you.
We have learned so much
And it shows in the things we do.

Thank you, Dad. We love you.
It's been nine long years
Since He took you under His wing
And washed away our tears.

In spirit, you can walk
Without pain.
No need for a wheelchair,
A prosthesis, or a cane.

You have a granddaughter
You never got to hold.
And three great-grandchilden
Have been added to the fold.

I know you are watching them
and the rest of your grandkids grow
As you once did with us,
From head to toe.

The things left unsaid...
The things we meant to say...
I know you know
What's in our hearts today.

In Loving Memory of My Dad

September 2, 1928-April 21, 1998