A Poem, To The Father, a Daughter

I will start off by saying I do not have a daughter. I have two young sons that I love very much. However, that does not mean that I do not think about what it would be like to have a daughter. I always try to daydream about the type of father I would be to her. I always ask myself questions like, “would I be the type of father pounding my fist when a young man pulls up to the house to take her to dinner and a movie? Or would I be the type of father to smile and wave and shake the young man’s hand and wish them the best?” I like to think that it would be a mix of both because I am naturally very protective of my children and very respectful to everyone I meet. Needless to say, I would most likely have a happy countenance for the occasion.

So at this point, one may be asking themselves, “why is this sap writing a blog about being a father to a daughter when he doesn’t have one?”

I’m not! The blog is over! I’m just joking, please don’t leave.

My rebuttal, I suppose, would be that in a recent novel that I wrote, I had to put myself into the mind of a character and ultimately had to immerse myself in what it would feel like to be in his position. He has a daughter that he loves very much, but certain situations arise that keep him from seeing her. It weighs on his mind throughout the novel, and he finally decides to defy the antagonist in the story and visit her. I kept that previous sentence vague on purpose to not post any spoilers for my novel.

Out of the twenty chapters in the novel, that chapter was the most emotional. It tugged on my heartstrings, to be honest. So I figured it’d be a good idea to pass on some good vibes and a positive message depicting how I would feel towards my daughter by sharing a visual with the chapter introduction included.

The intention of the above writing was to give the vibe of “the father is the first true love of the daughter.”

Parents tend to go out of their comfort zone and continuously challenge themselves to find ways to communicate with their children as they get older. The character in my novel does just that. He writes a poem for his daughter, which he calls doggerel, but I don’t think it’s too bad! You be the judge!

It is called “A father’s love for his daughter.”

The night you were born changed my life forever,
I was a man without purpose until I touched your hand,
Your existence so pure and true renewed me, however,
It was then that I began to understand,
The evils of this world have no dominion on a soul so pure,
A father’s love for his daughter is without condition,
Your infectious smile and laughter were my cure,
Such love would make even the most unrighteous express contrition,
Grab the world and hold it in the palm of your hand, my dear,
To a father, the daughter is his world, holding her so humble,
Understand that the unknowns in life deserve respect but not fear,
From the first steps to your adversities in life, I will be there to catch you when you stumble,
With Grace and majesty, the daughter walks through this life,
The father, so proud of such a creation, is filled with love and absent of strife.

At this point in my life, I will probably have to continue living vicariously through my friends who have daughters and even my sons if they grow up to have daughters.
Anyway, I hope I achieved my goal of passing on some positive vibes by writing this blog and really wish the best to everyone who reads it.

Feel free to comment. I love to hear feedback on the poems or the overall messages I am trying to convey.
Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved.
Image by jun yang from Pixabay 

38 thoughts on “A Poem, To The Father, a Daughter

  1. Beautiful poetry and great thoughts here Travis. I think you nailed it perfectly. In a way, it’s how I feel about my son, who died. (Can’t believe I’m just days away from ten years…. ) The true, real, deep love I hold for him is unique. In a lot of ways, I never really understood True Love until I met him. That’s a story for another day… but your post really brought it back home for me. Thank you for that. 💕

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    1. First off, I am sorry to hear of such a loss. I know you mentioned it has been almost ten years for you, however to your point, true and deep love makes it different emotionally. I can recall when my wife went into emergency labor at twenty-seven weeks. It was a dire situation for my wife and my son at the time. I went from having long lunch conversations with my wife daily at work to the realization that I may never see or talk to her again. Then I also got thinking about my premature son, touching his little fingers for the first time, and I realized the true love part of it all for the both of them. I never thought I’d be in a situation like that, and I quickly realized that I took them both for granted. Those 91 days in the NICU/hospital will live with me forever. In the poem I wrote, I evoked a lot of those emotions from that experience. Thank you so much for reading and sharing such insight. I greatly appreciate your interactions!

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      1. Thank you also for sharing part of your story as well. My son was also born early. But maybe it was all in his timing, not mine. I can say that I am not the same person I was before that day. At the time I had been married for fifteen years and we had never been able to conceive. My son came just when he wanted, it seemed all too soon, he came and went. But I am grateful for his life and his gift of love to me. I miss him every single day.

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  2. 💜 What about “protecting” “sons” from The Evil Machiavellian Machinations of Other Peoples “daughters” or is it enough just to tell “sons” to ‘man up’ and “pound fists” and that does NOT!!! even begin to address the macho complexities when a “son” comes out as homosexual which seems a bit more tricky for fathers to deal with than his ‘little princess’ coming out as lesbian or bi, Can of Worms, Creative Juices Fuel and/or Food for THOUGHT!!! 🤔 ?

    …💛💚💙…

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    1. Thanks for the comment, Yenasia. I’ll start off by answering the second part of your comment. It is essential to have unconditional love towards one’s child. We all walk our own paths in life, and to be there along the way to offer guidance or advice is a call of duty for any parent. I understand your thought process of saying “ macho complexities,” but for me, it is not so complex; the key to loving each other is unconditional love. That’s my simplistic philosophy. However, you do bring up a point about it being complex for others.
      On to the first part of your comment. I am a son to my father (haha) and have had my share of adversity in relationships with “other people’s daughters.” My father offered diplomatic advice in those moments to me and were genuine words of wisdom. Part of the advice was the philosophy that nothing ever gets resolved by yelling and being divisive. So I assure you there we no pounding of fists going on. Your post is definitely food for thought, and I appreciate the interaction. Thanks again for reading and the support!

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      1. 💜 I AM so in love with the mother of your “sons”, my brother, my friend; it’s obvious SHE!!! is a very, very, very special “daughter” and that is ALL YOU!!! NEED!!! in a “daughter”

        …💛💚💙…

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      1. Yeah. That is true. Hmm…🤔 It’ll have to do I suppose. 😁 I can hear my son, “dad she is 24 she doesn’t need you to do pigtails in her hair!” Sad dad face…😩 Haha!

        Aww! Well, Is am glad I was able to help you then! Definitely good to hear you enjoyed the poem.

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