The first time we met
You were no bigger than a Barbie;
You were no more than a tiny five pound angel
As you gazed the world with baby blues flashing newborn curiosity…
It was on this day which gave me realization
To feel what it is like to be a dad for the first time,
Dorissa, yes Dorissa Moon!
You peered up at me with tiny little eyes with but a touch of myself
And I cried not from woe,
But I cried from a greater joy never before known by me.
I am sorry love was not a song for your mother and me to dance together within,
But I am grateful to the fourteen years you have given a father’s heart…
How I love you, my daughter for every moment of delight you have gave me.
The first time we met
I found the first model to ever grace her presence
On two canvases of an artist who truly had elation in his heart…
The sweetness in your eyes viewed the world brightly seeking flowers
Finding magnificence in insects as well as splendor in spiders,
And I was proud to be your dad
Tatyanna, yes Tatyanna Rose!
Your eyes glowed in fascination gazing upon my face
With gentle eyes looking like your mother,
But always my mirror from within…
I do not regret that things with mom did not last because I know every moment
With you, my daughter I can see how good things can come from the worst moments in life,
And I can never hate your mother for the gift she gave me in life’s most exquisite rose…
The first time we met
I saw the complete vision of me outside yet truly individual within…
However, your first two years you struggled for simple air to breathe,
And I often feared you would not see another day,
But you taught me how tough a boy you could be
As I thank everyday I remain your dad in a life that almost wasn’t
Avion, yes Avion Meurice-Edward!
Your vision is a reflection,
Yet it reflects something far more resilient
Than I ever held faith, my little man…
It is hard sometimes for relationships to survive the illness of a child,
But these issues sooften lay deeper than the child,
And, son, I am content in the gift your mother shared in the greatest heart of a survivor…
The first time we met
Was through the shadowed memory of a broken home…
I did not get to see you at first,
I was at the mercy of a selfish adult, so angry…
The first time we met I sunk to dark devastation inside
Because you did not recognize you dad at first glance withheld so long
Nadia, yes Nadia Monet!
Yet with the aid of another child
We finally connected at the heart,
And I knew hell had given me a peek of heaven once more…
I learned at your birth to never again allow the angry fancies of selfish adults
Trade the warming sunshine of my children ever again
Because, my wonderful daughter, you reminded me that you will always dance first for me…
The first time we met
I was living a new chapter in my life,
And I basked in your glow reflecting only in the love of life
Bringing smiles to everyone you meet;
You kiss flowers in every curious step
Reminding me everyday how awe-inspiring it is to be a dad
Angela, yes Angela Lillian Mae!
I love when you giggle in happiness as you look in my eyes
Wrapping me so tightly around your finger
As you sing to me daddy’s smallest princess…
A great friend passed away from cancer a year before your birth
Reminding me the world never takes a strong life so loving
Without giving back an angel, my sweet daughter, and the world gave my family you…
The first time we met
I have never turned back with regret
As I have loved every second of every minute watching seeds
Grow to greatness making me glad
Your souls keep me far from being dead
Because you see that I see how great it is to be a dad
Children, yes my children!
I truly am appreciative to walk among five radiant souls
Shining on me like the sun to this once lonesome heart
Forever making my every day, Father’s Day!
Thank you kids…
I Love you all so much!
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