To Dad

This is dedicated to my dad whom I've rarely seen over the past few years. I hope that as you read this you'll think about the great and wonderful things your own father has done for you.


Father's day is coming up.
I refuse to think of the bad,
Wishing to only remember the good.
This is my only gift to you,
A poem of all you've done.
That didn't create harm.

Dad, you've held me as a child.
Napped with me on the old green couch.
Dad, you've spent time with me,
Whether in the garage or playing outside.
Dad, you've let me change into overalls.
So I could work with you in the garage.

For my happiness, you've shopped.
You've taken me to Toys R Us.
For my happiness, you've gotten motorcycles.
You've shown me the joy of riding.
For my happiness, you've listened.
You knew when I would want to just talk away.

Whenever I was down,
Most of the time you knew.
When I was sad,
Most of the time, you understood.
When I was angry,
Most of the time, you were careful.

For my safety, you've talked to doctors.
You were there to point out possible cures.
For my safety, you brought water with us,
Everywhere we went, you told me "Drink some water."
For my safety, you've taught me how to defend myself.
Because of you, I no longer put my thumb within my fist.

Michelle was a good stepmother.
We went riding,
Whether it was on horses or motorcycles.
Manley Street was a nice little place.
Charlie and I played with the neighborhood kids.
The tire swing was one of the best things.

When Prom came around,
You've avoided a tradition.
You didn't lecture my date,
Which I'll always be grateful of.
The poor guy was nervous as is,
You knew it would just embarrass us.

Graduation came and went,
You were there for me,
Out of the sea of blue,
You were one of the first I saw.
You were proud of me.
Proud I've worked so hard.

When I close my eyes on the eve of Father's Day,
I hope to reawaken to a fresh day.
I'll dedicate the day to you,
Despite the fact most people won't.
For you are my father. And I am your daughter.
And that will never change.

Graduating

As I heard about several of my friends graduating from high school I couldn't help remembering a poem I once wrote about my own graduation experience. I hope you enjoy it. :)


Walking with a stream of blue,
Fixing tassels and adjusting gowns,
Trying not to stumble,
My chest feels like it's bound.

Taking easy breaths,
I walk to my seat.
Now I'm in the sea.
A few people are feeling beat.

I couldn't believe it.
I'm sitting here.
Not at school.
I hold back tears.

A large part of me was sad,
But I didn't want to show it.
So I kept on smiling,
But it may have shown a little bit.

I walk with the line,
Hearing my named get called.
I carefully walk on the steps,
Trying not to fall.

My family is screaming and waving,
Trying to get my attention.
I finally spot them.
But I had to sit from the tension.

My hat becomes one of the many,
Soaring into the air,
Like how I wanted to be.
It just didn't seem fair.

Later I cheered up quite a bit,
Hugging family and friends of mine,
This has been a long year,
I am part of the class of two thousand and nine.

Black Dress

Mommy and Gramma helped,
To get me ready for the night.
I put make-up on and dressed up.
I was such a pretty and cute sight.


An ankle-long black dress.
Covered with silver sparkles.
The same sparkles on black shoes,
All over, even on the buckles.


My nails had decorations too.
Purple, silver and black confetti.
My skin was covered with glitter.
Dressed up, I was so ready.

I could hardly wait for the night.

Daddy and me, dancing together.

Nobody else, just me and him.

We barely spent time with each other.

Before this, I was unsure about him.

Now I knew he was truly glad.

He was going to dance with me.

He was proud to be my dad.

Now things have changed.

It's been left in the past.

Will never do it again.

I wish it could have last.