Father Poem by Erika Wingo
Father
When we are face to face,
And I look directly at you,
It's almost like looking at my own
reflection in the mirror
I echo your phrases
I copy your humor
I repeat your gestures
as my own,
Without any intention to do so
I'm so much like you,
I see myself in you,
and you in myself
Created in your image,
Born from your seed
You are my Father,
Yet we are no more than
casual aquaintences...
How ironic
I was looking for some anecdotes about daddy-daughter loving relationship. It was okay till I reached the last three lines. The poem has come from your heart. The feelings are heavy. The last three lines make the readers' heart heavy too. This poem should be an eye opener to all the daddies, not to be just an acquaintance to their daughters, but indeed a loving dad!
Strange... this is the 2nd Father poem i read today with the same theme...full cathartic release...though very poetic!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 10:31:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Reminds me of the song lyrics... Fathers be good to your daughters...daughters will live like you do...girls become lovers, who turn into mothers, so Father's be good to your daughters, too... I invite you to read my poem, Photographic Memories, written about my own father. Thanks for the honest sharing. PEACE