| Biographical Poetry posted September 26, 2008 |
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Memories of someone who always believed in me.
Vignettes for Daddy
by adewpearl
Always - for Daddy.
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The day I was born he bought a corsage, a snow-white gardenia, beribboned and fair. I'm told he was hoping for a son, but he bought a corsage for me to wear. He would waltz as I stood upon his shoes and hold me safe while we circled the room. As we swirled in sync, his smile let me know - I was the note that completed his tune. He'd buy me my favorite banana split - we'd sit side-by-side on the counter stools. With no care I'd eaten no dinner first - for me he was willing to break the rules. Bigger was always better for him, and yes, on occasion he tried too hard - but each birthday my face would light up when I saw the extravagance of his card. At times when he passed my report card around, I desperately wished for a place to hide - but even in my embarrassment, I secretly basked in my father's pride. When I need to find my confidence - in times I've forgotten my own self worth, I only need remember my dad and the flowers he gave me the day of my birth. |
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I was born to my 42 year old parents many years after their other daughters, my father's last chance for a son. I never knew how much he wanted a son till I was grown and told this by my sisters, for my father never once made me think I was anything other than the answer to his prayers.
The vignettes are pretty much self-explanatory. The banana splits were a Friday night treat at Howard Johnson's - I was allowed to order one without dinner first since I could never eat both. The cards he bought at the Hallmark store - always off the highest shelf where the biggest cards were sold for the mighty price of a dollar!
When I read some of the poems on FS from people whose parents abused or neglected them, my heart shatters, for I know so much of the belief I have in myself and the strength that has carried me through life stem directly from the value my father placed in me.
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and 2 member cents. The vignettes are pretty much self-explanatory. The banana splits were a Friday night treat at Howard Johnson's - I was allowed to order one without dinner first since I could never eat both. The cards he bought at the Hallmark store - always off the highest shelf where the biggest cards were sold for the mighty price of a dollar!
When I read some of the poems on FS from people whose parents abused or neglected them, my heart shatters, for I know so much of the belief I have in myself and the strength that has carried me through life stem directly from the value my father placed in me.
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