Dotting Daughter

Dotting Daughter

A Poem by The Things She Noted

And there he lay in the palest pigment that I have ever seen man rest in
He looked distressed in a coating of thin blue complexion
He looked so weak, so fragile
He looked as I have never seen him before

Well

I guess you could say he looked vulnerable
Like a child, so afraid
What are we going to do next?
How do we move on from here?
And so the man who has screamed his dominance in my ringing ears
Who stomped his boots of authority on the grassy green of my innocence
Now rests his throbbing head upon my shaking lap
Brushing thin strands of greying hair out of his face
And I whisper it will be okay
Because I fear if I shout it - it will fall silent on every ear in this room
So I continue to whisper
As I let the salt of my tears merge with the sweat of his forehead
And we sit in the silence
We sit in the dry of two watered faces
Our favorite element
He always told me I was a water baby
And I guess he was right
So there we are, him laying, me holding
Sitting in each others vulnerability
I tell him to shut his eyes and dream
He tells me this is dreamy enough
Let us just sit as still as the waters on a hot
summers night

© 2021 The Things She Noted


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Maybe most people don't deserve the kindness that you give them. That's something I've had to learn recently. Maybe it would serve you well for you to learn it too.

Posted 1 Month Ago


This is poetry. Hard hitting situation and the reader can feel the struggle in the words.
"I tell him to shut his eyes and dream
He tells me this is dreamy enough
Let us just sit as still as the waters on a hot
summers night"
The above line could stand alone. The complete poem was outstanding. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 3 Months Ago



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Added on May 29, 2021
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