A branch is not a tree
And water is not a stream
And i see you my child looking back at me
Looking for that reflection that once was me
Can blood pay the price
Of love
Can a tear pay the price
Of pain
And can sorry make up for
The mistakes that i've made
Can a father fight the world
And win
Can a mother take the darkness
From the night
And can holding your hand
Make it all alright
And into your eyes i looked
And saw no surprise
Only age can make you see
The demons that i flee
Of yesterdays child that was me
Author notes
This is written for my daughter. and as you can tell option 7
A contest entry
- Options Contest by Starlight-Owl.
1000 points, ended June 7, 92 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A very thoughtful yet pained piece of growth and wisdom found in haste. Very well penned, with a great sense of imagery to expression of heart. It is those imperfections we see, that weave an understanding in the beauty we share with one another. Great write!
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TAI
Nice poem! A lot of quiet pathos in this one. What father does not have some regret, even the best.
Good job on this one. Very personal, but not somber.
John
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Touched to the heart. makes beautiful sense, and i can relate to it as my mum see a lot of her in me. and the wording of every sentance is awesum
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I like the way this was worded and the overall appeal it had. Well written. Thanks for entering.
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