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When I grow up, will I still be princess?

Of course, says glowing daddy. 
 
A roll of the queen’s eyes.

full moon of autumn-
as big as my daughters eyes
at the pumpkin patch
__________

The endless time glass 
where stars drop like sand and rain 
creating flowers 

barefoot and laughing

     dad and daughter fish off pier

bonding over bait




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Every heartbeat is bestowed upon,
Compassion embraces a child eternally
That uplifts a child’s soul in isolation in every way. 

clear sky
shadow in a desert
mother kissing

Angels in heaven
Dancing on a small puddle
Always stay afloat

      face, etched with deep lines
    dark sadness pools in the eyes
        lost in death . . . daughter





For all who have loved and lost



David Meade
Live Generously

Divorce has come
Mom and Dad no more
who do I listen to?

Play The Radio
Get Up And Dance All Night Long
Music Heals The Soul

Watching her smile,
Playing with her,
I wish nothing more!

Me, myself and I
A covenant for ever
Infinite Vision

In one foot of water
Little girl splashes ankle deep
Coffin bay in winter

<                                      amidst flocked needles ...
                                        woven ornament strewn ...
                                               a star is ... born

My heart bursts with pride
As she receives her honors
Third grade excellence.

There is an imp name stim
Stim touched the rim
his dads name is bim
they eat out of bins
heres my crim
buy some din
eat some tim
watch out its a rim
oh no stim ate rim
watch out IM ****ING RETARDED!

Mom you are a star, a star only for me, 
a star which cares for me, 
a star that I love the most. 

By manthra

‘ Yellow Rose of Texas ’ Haiku  # 14

         A Lone Star Shone On
         A Yellow Rose of Texas
         and Bluebonnets Grown

smell of cucumbers,boiled bacons
choking in my heart
like my mamma's soul
with the melancholy of our
kitchenwall

                      grandma's warm mittens
              reflect love in icicles-
                               angel in the snow





*My daughter wears mittens my grandma made for me in 1983*


January 10, 2017

Love is as love does
Peace begets peace; happy day
Unconditional 

an exotic dance
performed for the gentlemen –
mother cries

Ho, Kitty! Now is the bedtime!
No more time to play!
Even now you try to make poop on my face!

                               my stepdaughter sings
                                   embers of bonfire smolder
                                        evening gathering

God gave me a gift
of beauty and innocence
princess from heaven


****Written April 13 2015****

     



       
Eleven 

Sad heart breaks in two.
A walk with pain, sorrow, death,
unbearable pain.
Daddy snatched away from her.
Scared, defenceless, eleven.

shrouded in the mist
brooding daughter of nature
beckons her lost child

                                                    a cucumber plant 

                                       loves his master's young daughter

                                                 tendrils shiver thrilled

My daughter was raped.
He penetrated my heart.
We're both dead inside.

From your perch, Daughter
Cast your light upon the world
Blinding your advance


11/14/11

Justification.....for the love i never showed.....is the void i feel

she stutters her art
similar to marty king
a proud day for me

                    sparkling eyes dance
                   long curl of golden hair  
                     distraction it seems 





                 written about my little girl while she played

cause and concern case
your daughter carries a lump
do you understand?

A lovely lady;
Growing inside, a new life.
A man in a tux.

Another bell rings now.
Final grades, balanced college offers,
Off to another adventure.

Damp ground, headstones.
Growing inside, a new life,
Done with their adventures.

-Caroline Youngless