Poets meadow- The father

The father

He smiled, a humble
But yet a peaceful smile,
As he saw his daughter play.
Her hair he felt as she
Curiously, meddled with the toy.

Her eyes he beheld,
Those eyes of innocent
Untamed beauty, concealed
From all ugliness, from everything,
Everything but himself.

She was at all times
At the edge of a cliff,
But she was never at
The Edge of her valor.
Her father at all times
Was there watching her,
Holding her tight

She grew, she changed
But the smile on her
Fathers face, was all
The same. Oh! those eyes
Of his, ever full of radiance
Ever full of love
For his little one.

His eyes were ever full of strain
When he saw her, entwined in the sand
Her paw on the dust were
But his heart and soul in a boiling broth
The tether of innocent fatherly love
Held her no matter were she went

They took walks
Down the wonderful calm lane,
Both in each others arm
He telling her the beauty of silence
When she told him her craving
For a world, he did not want her
To have, to even think about.


It was her will and as she said
Her life and he had to
Let her go.
Farewell, she said to her loved one
To the one she ever knew,
And of the one she ever believed.

He let her go and stood there
Waiting, waiting for her
With his arms extended
Ready to embrace her
With the same love
Of no less degree.

O what loss that heart
Of innocent love must have felt.
The space that clogged his heart
Must have made him weary
But yet he waited and waited
For that day.

That day when she would come back
Come back to him, and when things
Would turn their normal way.
Time rolled by and he waited
Years on end, he did.

He sat there, at the place
She left him and waited
Counting days by the sun
While his love grew immeasurable

In twilight, she returned
With a muddled hair
And befuddled mind
Did he ask her what happened?
No, he knew all about it.
All about her experience
All about what she did not see.

He just hugged her
And took her home
Her hand he held
And never let it go
He fed her hope
And a never failing love
He entrusted on her

She begged him to forgo her,
For she knew she deserved none
Of what she received and
That made her heart leap with guilt.
But his love made her understand
That he cared about nothing, but her.

For him, his little girl was back,
Back from that dearth of happiness,
And fullness of pleasure.
For him she was there,
And that was all he ever wanted.

That day was back,
Back to stay never to leave,
Never ever to say goodbye,
Father and daughter were back,
And they walked down that beautiful lane
Together as one, towards that
Eternal home of his.

-S. Martina Victoria