mysticpoet729

Maritza

I looked through your brown eyes,
With your content grin.
Wondering where has this girl.
With the inquisitive mind had gone.
Yesterday, you were a baby,
Following me wherever I went.
And never anted to be lonely.
But now you have became independent.
You don't cling one me,
Or ask your cute questions.
As I watched you grow,
I still feel that you need me.
I would shield you from the pain and drama,
The suffering and hate,
I have experience in this world.
That's if life would let me.
But I understand you need to grow,
And I don't want to be blamed,
For holding you back.
So, I must set you free.
For you to see what life has to offer you.
But in the back of my mind.
You're still the baby who clings on me.



copyrightfsully 2002

Mysty

Just a few grammar changes ... I am not the best at punctuation but I generally find that it is not needed in poetry. But it is your choice ... You can use or lose what I have done .... and it was only done with the best intentions of helping you to see a different perspective.

Mysty

mysticpoet729

it's no bother. i am open to criticism.

zaac

i was thinking the same thing about my little girl a couple weeks ago. gone are the toddler giggles and i can no longer fool her with tricks that used to light up her face like a fourth of july nite sky. for a moment, i thought i had lost her. i watched her move from one room to the next, no more can i see tentativeness or furtiveness in her ways. she has a confidence that makes me proud, but causes me to wince knowing it is the first glance of growing up i will see and some of the last of an innocence i hold like a snapshot forever.

her mannerisms are not those of a little girl, but of a lady in waiting of a sort...waiting to be a lady. and i realize that i will not let go, and not only because i cannot. i will not hold her back. But i will also make sure that she is prepared for the day that i cannot be there.

i wonder what things she will confront in life. i wonder what she will learn, what she will love or hate, what she will value...and will she really wait til she's married just because she knows her true value and maybe a little because it would break daddys heart if she didnt. and i realize that it's not time to let go...not for a long time. much to teach her, much to show her about love and life and pain and how to walk on and never quit. the time captured through the collage of her smiles covering my wall is not time lost, but a jewel that makes a diamond look like commoners clay.

I may relinquish bits of my sway over her over the years, but if i did what a father is supposed to do, then no one will ever know our secret. that she will forever live in my mind as a 5 year old whose daddy could do anything. so you see, in reality, i honestly cannot let go.

zaac

mysticpoet729

thanks. you girl I am talking about I use to babysit for many years. I was at her sweet sixteen in december and she is a typical teenager. at her party, she had a ceremony to spotlight all the people who made a difference in her life. my sister and I were one od them. i almost cried.