I always looked
up to you-
my shining star...
Throughout my life
you have guided me-
helping me navigate life's ups and downs,
yelled a time or two,
but loved me.
Oh God, how you loved me!
Unconditionally, no strings attached love...
You were the first man
I fell in love with-
the one who kissed
and scared the monsters
from under my bed...
The man who gave me
the wings to fly
safe in the knowledge
you'd be there
in case I fell,
to pick up the pieces,
hug me tight
and set me right...
I'm going to miss you Dad,
My bright and shining star.
You will forever
be of my heart.
And when I look up in the night sky,
seeing all those
I know you are still here,
watching out for me,
always loving me...
This was written for my friend and boss who recently lost her father.
Brenda, you could have titled this poem shining star or no strings attached, but you titled it 'Dad'.
Brenda, I loved it.
There could be zillion ways, in synonyms or phrases, to describe our feeling towards our father, but nothing sounds better or I should say original than calling him Dad.
It sounds powerful, gives us strength.
Brenda, if I'm not wrong, theme of the poem is a message.
A Message from your boss telling her dad that whosoever she is in today's world is because of her father.
Throughout the poem, with your beautiful language you mentioned how her father made her the person she is today.
How her father was always there for her and always be the first person to kiss her injuries, and during every mistakes she made to guide her like the shining star in the sky guides the sailors who lost their ways in the sea full of darkness.
How he gave her the strength to fight and conquer every fear, whether they were monsters under her bed during her childhood or navigating all those ups and downs - decisions- of her life to keep her life in the right course.
Now when he has left she is missing that unconditional love-bond-they both shared so far.
A bond which never stopped her from doing anything. Infact, it gave her the wings- every possible help- to reach towards her goals.
She misses those moments when he yelled at her, when he gave her insight.
Though she has a bright future ahead, but still she is scared if someday she falls, who is going to pick up the pieces, hug her tight and set her right once again.
At the same time she knows somewhere in her heart that her father is always watching her, and in case she needs his guidance she just has to look up at those twinkling stars, and find the one who shines bright in the night sky.
Brenda, mood of the poem or better if should say emotions of this are mostly love, yearning, and nostalgia.
Brenda, a poem full of emotional values.
Beautiful language throughout like kissed my boo-boos, navigating me ups and downs, scared the monster under my bed, gave me the wings to fly.
Brenda, at last, I just want to say, you chose the most beautiful way to gave her father a lovely tribute.
B.H., thank you so much for such an elegant break down of my poem. It is exactly what I wanted to convey to her after her dad had passed. It had been a tough couple of years with him in and out of the hospital and to see this person you always looked up to struggling, you just want to be able to assist them in any way you can. Hugs!
Brenda, this is a piece that makes me emotional for two reasons...
1/ mine and my fathers bond was never even close to this and
2/ your friend having such a bond as this with her own father which has been cut 'short' so to speak, I guess it's bittersweet but more sweet than anything and you always write in this simplistic, and profound way that moves me to any emotions I should be feeling when I read your pieces.
Much love to you Em. It's never easy when you don't have that type of relationship with a parent and others do. Or you never really had the chance to. I'm mostly thankful she's had these years to be with her dad and I greatly appreciate your kind and wonderful words,to me. Hugs my friend-