Wild mornings, wild afternoons!
If I am with you
your face alight
your laugh in my hair
I need not search
for love but find it
shining from your
snaggle-toothed grin
games in
treetops
a bicycle spinning
bell ringing
blue eyes
red curls, soft skin
a tight hug
a place to belong
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Happy Poetry Friday and thanks to Carol Vasalona at BeyondLiteracyLink for hosting! I’m reading Women’s Voices in Poetry: The Women in This Poem, Selected by Georgia Heard. My poem above was inspired by its first poem:
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile – the Winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden –
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor –
Tonight – With Thee!
— Emily Dickinson
47 thoughts on “To a Daughter”
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
Fellow mama, I see you
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I hear you, too. 🙂
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The sweetest of love poems – true kind of love!♥ I can tell you’ve been reading Bukowski…love the snaggle-toothed grin! 😀
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Yes, Bukowski is awesome. Thanks for the great comment.
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What an absolutely delightful love poem to your daughter. I’m partial to that “snaggle-toothed grin.” I always find it interesting to see where another poet’s inspiration will take one.
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I had intended another direction, but then this poured out. So many feelings, so little time to capture them all.
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Beautiful poem to your daughter. I am sure she will cherish it.
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Thank you!
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Sweet! Have you read it to her?
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Yes, she liked it. She smiled and then announced she was hungry. Could she have cocoa. LOL
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So lovely, forever!
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Thanks, Ruth!
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Very heartfelt! A lovely, lively, warm relationship is represented here.
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She is my joy.
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Oh, Brenda. How lovely.
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Thanks, Cynthia!
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lovely and lively ode to your daughter )
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Thanks, Beth. 🙂
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So lovely! Mine is in college now and still a delight. 🙂
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I hope I see all her life events, as my mother was unable to do. We’re lucky, aren’t we?
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So lucky. 🙂 Btw I saw you visited my WordPress blog, where I never post. Here’s my “real” blog: thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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I saw that your posts were very old, but since you’d left me a comment, I knew you are still active somewhere. I’ll drop by your blogspot palace. 🙂
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Love the poem — it’s positively bubbling over with joy and affection. Like Mary Lee said, a word hug!
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I tried to achieve the joy that Dickinson writes with, despite her confined life. She’s an inspiration.
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Kids are the best day brightener ever!
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They sure are. Your comment was lost in spam, but I have found it. Thanks for stopping by!
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I went through a couple of weeks of being spammed by WP but the fixed it. Thanks for retrieving me! 🙂
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I always like your comments. I get a link to go visit you. For some reason, I never see you in my reader.
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This is a joyous “word hug,” like the heart-healing one Kat Apel shared!
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She still sits on my lap to eat her breakfast sometimes. I will miss her when she grows up, if you know what I mean. She is such a constant delight.
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a wonderful
celebration of love
~
synchronicity
I’m preparing my daughter’s
7th birthday party
in a few days …
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Mine turned 7 in March, and it’s been a terrific year so far. Whereas my oldest is 14, and it’s been a far rockier road. Enjoy her birthday!!
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the many roads
we travel …
~
7 seems like
a fun age
I can’t even image
14 years old …
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14 is confusion, snarkiness and roller coaster ride from adulthood to child and back with whipping wind and one’s stomach dropping out. Will he sleep tonight? Will he turn in homework? Will he be okay at a big evening party? Will he survive his first broken heart? Constant excitement and drama. 14
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
GOOD MOM!
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Thanks, Jonathan!
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Daughters are a special entity in themselves, full of so much bubbling and open love. ❤ Our boys are able to give in whole other, lovable ways! 🙂 ❤
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My boys were loving, too, but they are teens now. I wish I’d been writing more regularly when they were little.
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I love, ‘your laugh in my hair’. What a tangle of delight! Definitely a place to belong.
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Thanks, Kat. You and I were on the same wavelength this week. 🙂
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Brenda, the loves of our lives are beautiful models for poems from the heart. Yours is wonderful!
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Thanks, Carol.
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Such a lovely poem for your daughter… Love the last two stanzas… truly nice, dear Bren…
Sending love & best wishes. Aquileana ⭐
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Thanks, Aquileana! XOXO
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Reblogged this on Still Another Photoblog.
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Oh those were the days! They love with with all their being~
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Yes, they are so good at loving.
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