To My Daughter

There is so much I want to tell you
Too much I want to say
But it’s as if I never met you
As if I wasn’t there that day
When your first cry of life wailed
And my tears unto psalms streamed
Then later in the nursery I stood
dark but faint lights gleamed
I swore and I made resolutions
To be there and constantly fight
Illnesses and childish selfishness
Illnesses of mental blight
Nobody was there in the nursery
Except sleeping infants, my daughter and I
Astride at your canopy
My resolutions turned out a lie

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