Spazola
03-26-2006, 11:52 AM
On that warm summer day,
so many years ago.
When my small body
had only seen six years
in this world.
You said I was your daughter.
We laughed, we giggled, we told every
stranger that passed.
I Was Your Daughter.
On that warm summer day,
we went to the beach.
We walked down the
boardwalk,
my tiny hand wrapped up in yours.
Eventually we reached our destination,
and I was surprised.
Loner waves crashing at my feet,
my eyes huge with wonder.
My first time seeing the ocean,
you grinned with amusement
at my reaction.
Jelly fish, like giant
cubes of ice washed up on the shore.
I ran down to
touch them,
feel them,
to help me learn what they were.
But you grabbed my arm and said "no,"
because I Was Your Daughter.
On that warm summer day,
we sat in Aunt Jean's backyard.
You pushed me slowly back and forth,
back and forth,
on that creaky old swing.
You pushed me too high,
and I screamed with terror.
But I wasn't truly afraid,
because nothing could hurt me
when I Was Your Daughter.
On another warm summer day,
when we had to return to our home.
I didn't want to leave you,
I couldn't leave you,
but I was torn away.
Sorrow drenching me like my tears,
I slowly waved good bye.
I had to cheer up,
someday we would meet again.
On a freezing, chilly day
early in the spring,
a whole year later.
My Mommy gets The Phone Call,
but I am unaware.
I hear her crying
back in her dusty old room.
I wonder what's wrong,
and I think about you.
Hours later, my Mom
seems calm again.
But I see the pain in her eyes,
as the dreaded words escape her lips.
I hear myself screaming,
crying as if I'd been stabbed.
I have been stabbed,
the words a stake through my soul.
Your spirit has left us,
to explore a new place.
But because of the child that I am,
I'm too selfish to care.
I don't want you exploring new worlds,
finding a better place.
I want you here with me,
forever pushing me
on that old creaky swing.
Almost six years later,
and I can still hear myself
screaming.
Your face will never disappear from my mind,
your voice I will never forget,
your touch will never fade away,
because
I Am Your Daughter.
so many years ago.
When my small body
had only seen six years
in this world.
You said I was your daughter.
We laughed, we giggled, we told every
stranger that passed.
I Was Your Daughter.
On that warm summer day,
we went to the beach.
We walked down the
boardwalk,
my tiny hand wrapped up in yours.
Eventually we reached our destination,
and I was surprised.
Loner waves crashing at my feet,
my eyes huge with wonder.
My first time seeing the ocean,
you grinned with amusement
at my reaction.
Jelly fish, like giant
cubes of ice washed up on the shore.
I ran down to
touch them,
feel them,
to help me learn what they were.
But you grabbed my arm and said "no,"
because I Was Your Daughter.
On that warm summer day,
we sat in Aunt Jean's backyard.
You pushed me slowly back and forth,
back and forth,
on that creaky old swing.
You pushed me too high,
and I screamed with terror.
But I wasn't truly afraid,
because nothing could hurt me
when I Was Your Daughter.
On another warm summer day,
when we had to return to our home.
I didn't want to leave you,
I couldn't leave you,
but I was torn away.
Sorrow drenching me like my tears,
I slowly waved good bye.
I had to cheer up,
someday we would meet again.
On a freezing, chilly day
early in the spring,
a whole year later.
My Mommy gets The Phone Call,
but I am unaware.
I hear her crying
back in her dusty old room.
I wonder what's wrong,
and I think about you.
Hours later, my Mom
seems calm again.
But I see the pain in her eyes,
as the dreaded words escape her lips.
I hear myself screaming,
crying as if I'd been stabbed.
I have been stabbed,
the words a stake through my soul.
Your spirit has left us,
to explore a new place.
But because of the child that I am,
I'm too selfish to care.
I don't want you exploring new worlds,
finding a better place.
I want you here with me,
forever pushing me
on that old creaky swing.
Almost six years later,
and I can still hear myself
screaming.
Your face will never disappear from my mind,
your voice I will never forget,
your touch will never fade away,
because
I Am Your Daughter.