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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Congratulations! @sushantika
This poem has been featured in the Poetry Article we published on Father’s Day. Your poem is listed with the works of celebrated poets. People reading this article will be directed to your profile page so they can read more of your work.
You can read the complete article here http://highonpoems.com/23842/blog/poetry-articles/father-poems-you-must-read-this-fathers-day

May your words reach places and touch hearts through the power of poetry.

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