A Daughter’s Dedication to Her Father

A Daughters Dedication to Her Father short poem

I’m stuck with mixed feelings,
All the layers of emotion peeling,
I ought to be happy and glad,
Instead it’s bittersweet with more sad,
I miss my best friend – my dad!

It’s always the happy times,
That are filled with sad chimes.
I try to express myself through rhymes,
Hoping my joy climbs!

I miss him the most when I excel,
But I cover up my feelings so well,
And put up a gleeful act that’s so swell,
My true emotions, one can never tell.

Someday we’ll meet under the rainbow,
Be filled with happiness and a glow,
Finally being able to care and let it show,
Surrounded by a field of gold with grass in rows,
We will stop feeling low.

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An Engineer with bursts of creativity. My poems are mostly rhymes and sometimes take a nonsensical turn. When I'm not working, I write poems or work on paper craft.
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Very nice, Sushantika. I know the feeling. 🙂

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Poignant and heart rending, the longing for a father which every child bereft of one will relate to.. @sushantika your words touch a chord in the heart.

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