An Open Letter To A Father (for Jade)

An Open Letter To A Father (for Jade) prose poem

Uploaded by r. A. bentinck

Dear father,
Have you seen your daughter lately?
You are missing a lot.
You have missed a gamut of
Her cuteness.
I see her daily in my classroom,
And she is growing into
A wonderful young lady.
She is smart.
Extremely pretty.
With hugs rich with love.
She is witty and perceptive,
And most of all, she is loving.

I have never seen your face,
But I see you in her sweet eyes.
Have you seen her smile lately?
It’s heartwarming.
Your absence and missteps
Have turned parts of her heart
To concrete.
Father, reach out to your baby girl.
Her glowing smile swiftly fades
At the mention of your name-
It’s a shame.
Have you ever seen her when
She is overjoyed?
She is a silly picture of girlish beauty.
Find a way to get back into her heart.
Climb the hills, walk through
The valleys,
Negotiate the thorns
To get to your rose.
She is worth it.

She often mimics toughness,
But her vulnerability shines through,
I see her need for you.
It’s not too late f-a-t-h-e-r.
There is still time.
Mend the torn pieces,
Reduce the distance,
Make your way back into her
Lonely heart.
She still has space to
Welcome you home.
Yours truly,
Her “school daddy.”

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r. A. bentinck is a writer whose works explore themes of love, loss, relationship, social issues and femininity. He writes from an intensely personal place, but his work is still relatable.
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