- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Daughters Cry
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Click hereAs I reach my fathers resting place
Kneeling as I place a soft kiss
Resting my head there as tears fall trickling as a slow pace
I’m hugging the grass as if it’s my father
Not wanting to let go…Not ever
Always searching for the men who killed my father
As he defended his country obeying the Codes of Honor
Wishing God could explain why he chose my dad to die
When he did nothing wrong but fought the ones who dishonor and lie
Why I ask, did you take him from me?!
He was protector, my teacher, sometimes my brother
He was all I had except for my mother
How DARE you take that right from me!
I never got to tell my father how proud he made me.
This poem was selected to be displayed at the Library of Congress in 2005
It will also be in the book titled, “Eternal Portraits” and the cd titled,
“ The Sound of Poetry”.
- COMMENTS
Amyfriendabout 17 years agoA very fitting and noble tribute to those who were parents and lost in the Iraq war. Very well done.
duddle146over 17 years agoA cry from the intermost regions of a daughter's heart. It seems so fitting that it be displayed at the Library of Congress. Profoundly sad.
