with my hands,
this sacred ritual
I performed -
helping you, into this world
your vibrations,
wet, naked and crying
moved my heart –
I knew then, you were mine
my fingertips moved,
slowly, caringly,
feeling this miracle –
my daughter, a precious gift
no longer can I touch you
the same way, but when you slip
your hand into mine,
I marvel in the same way
Author notes
The italics should be read as an 'extra' line in this poem.
In a list
A contest entry
- when I touched you... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended July 28, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Oh....
this is soooo beautiful. What a loving, romantic, warm & genuine father you are! I'm just about brought to tears. I wish my Dad would've thought about me like this. I know he loved me, but he couldn't express it & you express your feelings so fluidly & with amazing depth. All the best in the contest! This is a winner to me!
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The magic of beauty behind the senitments are seen around your heartfelt words.....well done ..and my thanks for entering such a wonderful entry ...
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Sweet
This is a really sweet write. I love that you are talking about the day she was born and then you are coming back to the present and saying that you still have that same emotion when it comes to loving her. That is so sweet. I really like this, short and to the point. But even though it is so short its says what so many couldnt. I could feel the eomtion in my heart when I read this and I had to read it again. Beautiful.
~Amanda Fay~ or *Tears from within*
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Yes indeed! - I will think about this poem when my daughter gets married in December -
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This is pure beauty! This poem express love in the purest way possible and I think it's brilliant.
Love,
Amera♥
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nothing compares to the feeling of touching new life, a precious life...one that you helped to create
this beautiful write echos with "true love"
Blessings,
Sassy
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