I say this for the little girl,
the little girl inside.
I know we had a dream
but our little dream died.
Please don’t be sad,
don’t cry anymore.
Let’s heal our heart,
it has grown so sore.
There are no happy endings,
its so unfair, but true.
He couldn’t be what you needed,
he couldn’t just love you.
Little girl without a daddy,
it may be a gift to you.
The Good Lord may have known
it was a job he couldn’t do.
Little girl, you hush now,
get some needed rest.
Little girl, you hush now,
have faith, you will be blessed.
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I like how nice this was... consoling, but still offering the fact of reality, just not in a way it would hurt the little girl. Were you speaking to a little girl inside of yourself? I think that's what it says in the beginning, I liked that aspect of the poem too =]
GREAT job
diggin it majorly
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Oh, how sad...so many children are "fathered" by men that have no concept of how to fill the role. It is a tragic truth that some children are, indeed, better off without their biological fathers.
Your words were spoken with tenderness on a very sensitive topic. -
And Blessed she was.
Look at you now, pretty, caring and full of amazing words!
Rock on! -
I loved the way you talked to the little girl in yourself which is always there no matter how old we get...and when we can realize what caused that sorrow to that little girl we can comfort her and than begin to grow.
"Little girl without a daddy,
it may be a gift to you."
"The Good Lord may have known
it was a job he couldn't do."
These lines touched me so much...sometimes a blessing is something we might not see when we are young but later we see. God knows what he is doing even when we don't!
This poem is a blessing to all who reads it!
darlintlc
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You came in on this piece in such articulate
fashion lass.
The child within is our true selves.
Im afraid there was some dust in my eyes as I read...
Like a corkscrew to my heart....
Stunning.....it brought a tear.
I want to thank you for reading my work.
Time that was given is the greatest gift we can do for one another...in any situation.
You may or may not like 2 pieces I have in the same vain...Dakota...and....Boys Life......
My old Irish Grandma was right when she told me....Lowell...
Write something grand,
for you may be
entertaining Angels,
Unaware.
She was always right.
PEACE ALWAYS,
LOWELL POE
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Thank you, Lowell. You even write beautiful comments! I must tell you, I feel very silly even having my poems on here. I know very little about poetry forms...I just know when it sounds right. Isn't that awful of me to confess? I have just today, written my first poem making myself adhere to syllable count, and I can't say it turned out well. Want to critique it for me?
By the way, I will definitely go check out Dakota and Boys Life..I have one I would like you to read. I think it is my best. It is called Fatherless Child, I wrote it a few years ago.
One more thing, you definitely had a wise grandmother. What a smart boy you are for noticing! I'm sure she would be very proud of you and every word you write.
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I loved this poem, it is quite lovely. I was reading your comment above and could not help but feel a connection to your confession. I am the same way, poetry is simply a release, but is that not what it is meant to be? I love it because it has no boundaries, there is simple freedom to be taken advantage of
I just felt the need to comment, I had never shared my poetry until now and even that makes me somehow feel empowered. I love reading your poetry and I thank you for also reading mine.
Much love,
Kelly -
When you write with your heart, it is always poetry lass.
Your insight is enchanting...
and so far ...
as far as i can see...
you don't have to tell anyone about your apprentice state..lol
It would be my pleasure to read the piece you have pointed out.
Thank you so much for sharing yourself and your thoughts with me.
You are a sweet gypsy angel child...
never feel silly expressing yourself.
Especially with the beauty and grace that you share with the reader.
Love to you,
LIAM.
[lowell poe]
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hugs
I feel for your little girl inside. I hear your gentle approach to her which is beautiful.
I love the warmth of your poem,
Best wishes,
Isabella -
That was so sweet. The repetition worked, the rhyme scheme worked, and even the religion (something I normally flat-out would not read) worked. It was just a really good mix of sadness and hope.
My favorite part was definitely the first verse. It made me think and it set the mood for the rest of the poem very effectively.
Nice job.
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