a good daughter

 

 

a good daughter does not delay

she goes to her dad every day

she sits by his side and holds his hand

she tells him stories he won’t understand

she sings to him

she hugs him too much

she tells him she loves him

and adores him with touch

Is a good daughter

also one who cannot

do all the things she knows she should do –

she tells herself why and forgives herself too

mostly, that is.

she finds the days slip by, in work, activity, living, and  things that press

life, you know, and all of its mess

she promises herself today I will go

and then finds herself

oddly washing the floor

delaying the hard  and the sight she can’t bear

the you that is you

hardly there

 

I am no poet, that is for certain, but this bit of words just came tumbling out of me-  the not so good daughter, yesterday after a visit with my dad which was after  I washed my floor harder than I normally would.

I told him I had a birthday and that it was a big one. I don’t know why that made me cry.

I don’t want to leave you on a bad note. Here is what my favourite thing of the week was this week (well, really just one of them).

 

 

4 thoughts on “a good daughter

  1. Nance, this is so beautiful and I can feel the love you have for him in all your words. You have been a wonderful daughter and he would be so proud of your strength.

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