Simple little town
where I was born
in the beautiful and wild West Virginia mountians
His eyes was the sky
baby blue
and dust from the coal fields
covered him in the delivery room on
June 30th
Them dirty hands he scrubbed clean
as he reach into the plastic box
Holding his beautiful baby girl
He trembled
as the earth
during and earth quake
A light flashes from a camera
just as I reach
for my fathers hands
I rap my hands around one finger of his
and kick my legs
as he whispers,
"Alexus Nicole,"
5 years later
he holds me tight and rocks me to sleep
after scaring them monsters from my closet
He pushes back my dark hair
that falls in locks down my back
As he sings a lullaby
both of our baby blue eyes
meet
As I lay here now
I miss his rough beard
and the way he would buy me candy on Sundays, his payday
I remember the big Christmas mornings
We didn't have much money
when a coal miner was our source
but daddy always seemed to manage some how
Cheers to you dad
I miss the nights when I was your little girl
When I was aloud to cradle in your arms afraid of the monsters under my bed
Now I have grown up
and you have grown older
Your hair gray as smoke from our little house chimney
Your teeth, some missing in your cracked and twisted smile
Them firey eyes still full of ambition
Black lung is now suspected
But you refuse to recieve doctor's help
You say that jesus will take you when he wants to
Your stubborness of a lion
My fear grows of losing you
And I know I must love the time I have with you
Even if I am aware
death might be closing in on us any day now
Daddy I will always be
Your baby girl
I will always be a coal miner's daughter.
Author notes
My dad was actually a coal miner. Now doctors are thinking he might have black lung. I pray for his health. I did not copy the theme, it is just the actual life i live. A coal miners daughter.
A contest entry
- Women Only (prewites welcome) by Danna Hobart.
490 points, ended January 29, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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bunchnbunch
oh this is so sweet, i cried. very touching. i love the inspiring message to acknowledge your dad more. i'm so sorry about his problem. i will put in a prayer for you. this really speaks to me about spending more time and devotion with your father.
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thanks so much for commenting so many of my poems, i will read urs when i get a chance, thanks so much
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wow, a very tender portrait you paint of what must have been a rough life of the coal miner. His love for his daughter shines through.
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The memories you have of your father are priceless. I pray you will have many more years in which to create memories.
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Powerful
I'm crying after reading this. How lucky you are to have a father's love. Money can't buy that kind of love. The simplicity of this write speaks so well of the coal mines, and people who must live simply. My mother's father was a share cropper raising 9 kids.. My mom raised 2 kids as a single parent most of the time, on waitress wages. I know simple love and it's the best!! I will pray for your dad and you... His faith will get him through the way he wants to go. As a nurse I understand the indignitys that modern medicine inflicts on some, he wants dignity.. who can deny him that? He certainly hasn't been denied a daughter's adoration. And he's a blessed man for it. God bless you!!
Jo
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