The cherry wind stroke her face
Shuffling her locks aside
With a beaming smile she sat awake
To watch her daddy come
Her scenic eyes were going scarlet
And often she closed them soft
But nothing stopped her blue eyes wide
To watch her daddy come
She fell tired every minute or two
And again she wakes to look
With a longing face and crimson eyes
To watch her daddy come
Today or tomorrow, he may come she knew
With loads of sweets and candy
To receive with hugs and sugary kisses
She waited for him alone
When time goes by, she will fall asleep
And wake up a bright new day
She will forget about her daddy to come
And will drowse in her games along the bay
When the lights go off and the smile fades off
She goes to her ancient window
With a longing face and crimson eyes
To watch her daddy come
February 9,2008
i like this one it's sad but good, just like your other poems they're so beautiful
This is an intimate family set, described with delicacy, innocence and feeling.
this is really good, a bit like one of my poems, where were you for a 14 year old, you are talented one line was a tiny bit longer to read- if that makes sense, but apart from that, you are great with writing a promising poet :) 10 for effort and opinion :)
keep writing girl. i see you somewhere, i mean, when all is done with down here, you could be the next yeats, or just sania great in your own right! how about that?
A nice poem with meaningful deliverance. Great write my friend. Keep up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked it but would have liked to see all of the stanzas finshed with the line 'to watch her daddy come' i thought that line was used well through out the poem. but it still worked great.9