Monday Poetry Train #50
Taking Daddy's Hand
by Joy Renee
When fear pushed
its ugly face into
my dreams
and rampaged through
imagination's hall,
bouncing its
shattering screams
off cracked mirrors,
I reached for Daddy's
hand and saw
fear's visiage disolved
like morning mist
at noon
then scattered on the
brisk breeze of his
stern voice.
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6 tell me a story:
Oh! the mighty power of the daddy!
Whoa, that's strong, moving, and memory-evoking.
Beautiful plus all the adjectives Susan used.
A great tribute...
she hoards trash
what a wonderful memory and tribute--have you shared this with you dad?
Love that hands-holding graphic, and your poem is very reaffirming. Dads rule!
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