Daddy's Last Seed Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Daddy's Last Seed



In your arms I took shelter.
When you held me,
you made me feel as if I mattered.
Looking out the window,
I’d see nothing but blackness devouring the lawn.
Inside I felt safe,
with you.
With nothing but the dimming glow from the woodstove,
I could easily fall asleep at ease.
On the nights the lightening clashed,
and the thunder roared,
I’d make you sleep beside the couch.
It’d be not even ten minutes later,
I’d go join you on the floor.
You’d always welcome me in with loving arms.
Wrap me to your chest so I could fall asleep,
to the pounding beats of your heart.
Sometimes you chant an indian tune,
to put me to sleep.
I still remember how it went.
The dark used to scare me,
but I knew you’d keep me safe.
Ofcourse you’d keep me safe,
that’s what Daddy’s do.
So then, where were you,
when I fell to floor?
Shaking, my world spinning.
Where were you,
when the blade first kissed my flesh?
Where were you,
when Poppa died?
Where were you,
when mom had a stroke?
Where were you,
when I got lost?
So many times,
I needed my fathers arms wrapped around me,
but instead I had to settle for his blanket.
I wanted him to tell he I was loved,
instead I settled for the words from a stranger.
I needed you,
and you couldn’t be there.
I begged for you,
but I know it wasn’t your fault.
Have you been watching me drink Dad?
Do I do it for the same reasons you did?
I wouldn’t be surprised after all,
I am daddy’s litttle girl.

There's a photo for my poem, along with a few others.
http: //poeticdistortion.tumblr.com/post/7034630868/daddys-last-seed

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