A Tribute To Daddy - Poem by Storm Eaglestone
Its dark where I lie, it is warm and safe. I'm growing day by day. Two distinctive voices, one is soft and tender, the other.. Harsh, loud.. Wait, the voice is walking away. The sound of a heart breaking is faint.. I can hear it.. It makes me nervous. The voice doesn't return. I hear only one now.
A journey I take, long and traitorous.. I hear the gentle voice now louder, asking for it to stop. I enter a realm, so bright.. Wait I can't breathe. I am being handed to voices I don't recognise. Where's the voice? I need my voice. I gasp as I take my first breath, I gulp for air and let out a loud noise. 'My baby' Yes, I am with my voice. That soft gentle voice. I think I will call it Mommy
My tiny fingers are held by many different voices. Beautiful, loving voices. Where is the voice I long for? Why isn't it here? The spaces between my fingers is where its would fit perfectly. I would call him Daddy. I'm so little, yet a piece of my soul is already missing. Oh how I would love his cuddles and bedtime kisses.
I'm a little older now. Taking my first step. I look around the room at all the happy faces. Daddy, what does yours look like? My curly blonde hair, do I look like you? My little fingers trying to find something to hold on to, your hand reaching out to catch me would make you my hero daddy. Daddy, I miss you. Oh how much I need you already.
Its my first day at big school daddy. You must see how pretty I look daddy. They having a daddy and daughter day.. Would you be able to make it daddy? All the other daddy's are going to be there, and I think you would be the most handsome daddy of all. I would hold your hand in mine and be so proud... Proud that I am loved enough by you that you took the time to show up.
I'm in trouble. I don't know how to deal with boys daddy. I don't know how to love a boy and I don't know how to be loved. What do I say? I have know one who can tell me which boy is worth my tears and which one is worth my fears. Oh! But daddy, he says he loves me, he says he'll never leave me. Things I never heard you say, so this must be right? Daddy, but every boy is saying the same thing? Daddy?
Why didn't you stay dad? Why didn't you call? Why didn't you come and find me dad? Do you wonder what I look like? Or how my life has turned out at all? Does your heart ache as mine does? Would I have been your Princess dad? I know you would have been my King. I needed you... I loved you... I always have and I still do. Daddy, I wonder what it would have been like if you had stayed.. I wonder! Every day since I can remember, and I will never stop wondering. You are my daddy - Always my daddy, your place know one will ever fill.
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