Dedicated to my wonderful father
He showed me how
and
He told me when.
His eyes warily hover to my side.
He defines me,
He lifts me,
and
He accepts me.
His heart can point out my every flaw.
He is the greatest,
He is the kindest,
He is the boldest,
He is the smartest.
He sees me as a miracle–
His whole world.
Little does he know that he's my miracle,
He's my world.
He loves me very
He nurtures me so
He brought me then,
He anticipates now.
He's bringing me up to my feet,
I'm a grown little bird now,
learning how to fly
among this big,
bad world.
When he first saw me,
he smiled.
Oh how I wish you know how much you mean to me.
He saw a cross
on my back,
as a fetus
with yet an occuring breath.
He is the angel in disguise.
"What a marvel you are,
look how beautiful she looks–
What sensation is that cry,
hear how she mewls!
How beloved is this presence,
for God so loved this beautiful being,
that He blessed me
with life.
He glorified
and honored me
with anticipation
to watch this world go by
in her beautiful,
pearl brown eyes."
The eyes you see are the eyes you created.
One left,
but he stayed.
The gratitude overflows,
and will keep–
till I drag
this body to the grave.
I never doubted that you couldn't keep up with me.
Never.
Not
even
a
single
second.
"You look like your mother.
So beautiful.
So precious.
I wish she was here to see you."
Me too, dad.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
