DaughtersA Poem by David Lewis PagetHow
can you say that I didn’t care When
I planted a cornfield awave in your hair, Gifted
your eyes of a deep sea blue That
you might see me, and I might see you! I
tinted your skin with the blush of a rose And
I fashioned a tilt to the tip of your nose, But
your lips I moulded from sweet honey-dew So
that you could kiss me, and I kiss you! Four
dainty fingers on each of your hands And
one with a ridge for a wedding band, While
you lisped and you chattered on long through the day
As I smiled and I listened - what more can I say? I
held you sheltered from the hail and the rain And
I tucked you up in a counterpane, I
watched and I whispered as you fell asleep: ‘There’s
a rosebud blooming on the angel’s cheek!’ But
the storm-clouds broke, as the storm-clouds will, And
my love was shattered, and my heart stood still, You
were snatched away when I wasn’t there… Now,
how can you say that I didn’t care? Let
me warn you fathers, and fathers to be That
it doesn’t all end as you’d like it to be, For
your little girl grown will tear you apart, And
will leave you aching, as she breaks your heart! David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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