The Daughter - a Poem for the Sunday Muse
She was her father's girl
Carried his image where she went
Girl was the 'apple of his eye'
School girl one if there ever was
Day and night carried that image
Flowers in hand for her teacher
Haven where father couldn't go
Jealous he stayed at home
This her special day
Girl had reached her sixteenth birthday
Be a young woman when she wished
Every lady remembers that
Was day to leave her daddy home
Stayed with her image in his mind
Surprise surprise boys noticed her
Looks in eyes she'd not seen before
Days young men's fancy turns to love
Sixteen changed vision changed passions
Woman of her own desires
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Carrie for Picture Prompt at the Sunday Muse #230 at
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Labels: Love Story, Poem, Sunday Muse 01, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 10/01/2022 04:52:00 AM
7 comments
7 Comments:
A girl growing up and coming of age. This is lovely Jim and I love the image that you chose. Have a great weekend.
Jim, were you thinking of your own daughter when you wrote this? Just wondering.
Nice one Jim. Happy Sunday.
Much💛love
Whatever happens in the years to come, Daddy will have a special place in her heart.
So many versions of herself crowding around her. An easy time to be overwhelmed.
Coming of age, a tale eypternsl Jim… 🙂✌🏼
A lovely poem, Jim!
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