Papa's Hand Poem by Alyssa Marquardt

Papa's Hand

Rating: 5.0


The water chills my legs and feet.
But Papa's hand fills my heart with heat.
The waters are scary and swifted,
but Papa's hand keeps me lifted.
Papa's hand, pressed up against mine,
It's just another glorious sign,
Of the love that is innertwined.
Between a girl and her Papa.
A love that is undescribable,
A love that is much reliable.
I am so happy and proud to be his Granddaughter.
I hold Papa's hand as we again cross the waters.
I begin to wish there were more waters to cross,
His hands are so warm, amazing and strong.
I watch as he catches yet another fish.
If I had just one single wish,
One simple command,
I would ask to stay here forever, holding Papa's hands.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Norine Blankenship 27 November 2008

This poem is accually about my father. I feel Alyssa has spoken the true essents of my dad. For a girl so young, she has the talent of poets much greater in age. Her writings are so worldly, so wise, I hope she has seen a mere bit of this through my eyes. Best wishes my dear...you are truely talented and gifted. Love Aunt Nini

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Mary Murphy 08 November 2008

Aw I love this! Good Job!

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