Tag Archives: Wordsmith Wednesday

She Remembers

She remembers how he
wrapped his arms around her young body
and said, “Daddy loves you”.
She hugged him back,
tighter than ever, smiling.
Just smiling.

She remembers him asking
in a slight whisper, “do you love me too?”
She replied, “Oh daddy, of course I do”

His arms were so big and strong,
she felt safe
like nothing could go wrong.
He kissed her forehead
and told her that she was his favourite daughter.
She giggled and replied, “but daddy, I’m your only daughter”
“That’s why you’re my favourite, now give daddy a kiss”.

She went to kiss his cheek,
but he turned and caught her on the lips.

She remembers how
he played with her hair
while sitting beside her on the bed.
He told the most beautiful stories she ever heard,
of princesses and fairies
and princes and knights.
As her eyes grew weary,
he’d kiss her goodnight.

She remembers him
being her rock through the years.
When the first boy broke her heart,
he was the one to wipe up her tears.
Even when she turned 16,
she was still daddy’s little girl.
Knowing deep down inside,
she was the centre of his little world.

She remembers not having much,
but what he could he gave her.
Though sometimes she was wrong,
she still would have his favour.

So daddy’s little girl grew up
and knew how a man should treat her.
She’d treat him like a king too,
he didn’t need to be beneath her.
Mom and dad were always equal,
so in practice is how they’d teach her.

by BK TheRealist

Love Thy Self

Open your eyes
To the break of day
Take a deep breath
And to yourself say

“Today I promise
To mine self I’ll be true
For if not me,
Then who?”

Rise up and out of
your sleepy slumber
As the sun peaks through
Dark clouds after thunder

Be the light
Seen from far and wide
Let your soul shine bright
and be filled with pride

With each step you take
Hold your head high
Be not ashamed of your past
instead use it to fly

Speak loud and clear
Do not whisper or stutter
Raise your voice up
For your opinions too do matter

Watch the beauty and colour
Around you of nature
What would the world be
Without you in its picture

Listen in wonder and awe
Your truth loud and clear
with it in hand
What do you have to fear

Let not others
rule your tongue
Let them not command
Your hearts’ song

Only you can decide
Who’s worth the fight
But win or lose
Do not lose sight

Do not lose yourself
Always be true
For no other
Will accept you as you do.

by Scarlette Phoenix

The End is the Beginning

But in the twilight of our latter days
just before we feel the unfamiliar hands of senescence
seeking our unquestionable acceptance of the inevitable
Will we prefer the  wanderings of a languishing mind
saturated in favourite memories
marbled in the bittersweet breath of time – inescapable

Will we wish for a sharpening of the senses
so that details etched on the canvas of cognition  a minute ago
can be fetched again and vividly so
and the minutiae thereof made palpable

Will we yearn for the Utopia of complete liberosis
or was that merely an imagined state imbued into the collective consciousness
lacking form and fragmenting into the terror of psychosis

Will we bow down with quiet dignity and extend a gnarled, liver-spotted hand unto Death
shaping our pliable bodies to fit its draping form tentatively  taking unrehearsed steps as he leads us into our newly awakened norm

by Robyn Radcliffe