Father to daughter,
he wrote her a story,
about a horse that broke his leg.
The published story was left behind,
in the attic of her childhood home.
Tattered and yellow,
small black print,
she longed to see.
She wondered if her father saw,
that she was broken.
She wondered if he saw fragility,
in her big brown eyes,
and he wanted her to be whole.
He wanted her to know that some wounds
Like the horse in his story,
all things are possible,
when you dream,
when you love.
smiles. what a wonderful father to leave such things for his daughter...and all things are possible a great message to a daughter or son...very nice...ReplyDelete
Such a feel good story behind this piece, nice.ReplyDelete
Sweetness in this! All things ARE possible, Ayala with dreams and love. Some wounds are healed instantly as you say. And childhood things understood in later years.ReplyDelete
sounds like her father saw...a touching and sensitive poem ayala...broken hearts and broken legs..both need love to heal...ReplyDelete
a lovely story to write and give to the daughter...heart-warming poem ~ReplyDelete
All things are possible indeed. It's good to be back to reading blogs!!ReplyDelete
With love all things are possible. This poem is so full of emotion brimming with hope. Yielding to nothing. I really love it!ReplyDelete
Very sweet, Ayala. I love to watch the relationship that my husband and daughter have. This makes me think of them :)ReplyDelete
What a lovely read. It sounds as if the father was still watching over his daughter and would want her to know that he still loves her and that no matter what has happened, most broken things can mend, again.ReplyDelete
A soft and very gentle read.
"all things are possible when you dream, when you love"...so beautiful Ayala, so beautiful.ReplyDelete
How lovely is a father who is kind and loving to his daughter!ReplyDelete
This poem felt like a hug to me! Wonderful.ReplyDelete
oh wow, what a message for a daughter to receive from her father. what a blessing to be heardReplyDelete
She wondered if her father saw,ReplyDelete
that she was broken.
She wondered if he saw fragility,
in her big brown eyes,
and he wanted her to be whole
The best parents want wholeness and healing for the child, lovely.
..this is a sweet piece my friend.. and the notion of 'all things are possible when you dream, when you love' is perfect.. thanks for sharing!(:ReplyDelete
I love how it ended on a positive verse.Good journey,thanksReplyDelete
Oh, how sweet!ReplyDelete
What a healing space you made, and such a great narrative sequence. I'm thinking cute childhood story and then, wham! "She wondered if her father saw,ReplyDelete
that she was broken."
Thank you, Brian. A wonderful father indeed . :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Pat :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Jannie.ReplyDelete
Claudia, I like to think that love heals all wounds :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Heaven :)ReplyDelete
Caroline, so nice to see you :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Alita :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Lori. Father and daughter relationship are so special.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Daydreamertoo. I appreciate your thoughts on this. He did love her, no matter what.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Laura. :)ReplyDelete
Charles, we take it for granted that all fathers are, but unfortunately that's not the case. In this case it is lovely and great. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, cj. I am glad :)ReplyDelete
So beautiful Ayala and so touching. Thank you for sharing this!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Sheila. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Anna. Parents want the best for their children...:)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Kelvin :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Leah :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Mama Zen :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Joanne :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Ameena :)ReplyDelete
Just beautiful and heart-wrenching and touching, ayala.ReplyDelete
I saw this in a different light than the others, tainted by my own experiences perhaps. I got the impression of a father who didn't know how to communicate directly and left his daughter wondering if he new her pain.ReplyDelete
Dreams and love are a great combination, Ayala, and this father left both for his daughter. Lovely and heartfelt.ReplyDelete
Touching in its understatement.ReplyDelete
Wow. Such a touching poem!ReplyDelete
i always sense such love when you write about your father... such a tender poem.ReplyDelete
such love flows from each word...beautifulReplyDelete
Oh! this touched me deeply, this poem, having had a father (now dead) who gave me two horses and whose love was boundless, though his broken little girl didn't know it then.ReplyDelete
Too late now, but perhaps it is never too late?
Lovely poem, and this will haunt me.
Lovely. Some issues are best addressed in story rather than directly.ReplyDelete
Sensitive and perceptive. The emotion here is contained within controlled yet moving imagery.ReplyDelete
This is lovely and inspiring; a tender story.ReplyDelete
Having lost my dad when I was a young teenager, I always feel a twinge of sadness whenever I read father-child poems.
This one was very touching poem. I agree...everything is possible when you dream & love.
Thanks for sharing.
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there is such sweetness in this story, and a lovely lovely message in its ending. :)ReplyDelete
To me this is just so poignant. And tender. I would have to believe he knew that, at one time or another, we are all fragile and in need of healing.ReplyDelete
Hi, Ayala. Your poem made me think about the blossoming relationship between my husband and our baby girl. I suspect that he will be the kind of father to really "see" his daughter.ReplyDelete
Lovely, as always.
Such a beautifully written parable, Ayala... a very practical teaching... rendered so well here..ReplyDelete
Beautiful words, ayala. Such a warm message of hope and love.ReplyDelete
A moving story. A wonderful thought behind the poem.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Talon :)ReplyDelete
Darkangelwrites,thank you for your thoughts.ReplyDelete
He did, Belinda. He did :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rosemary :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Kelly :)nice of you to stop by.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Leslie. He was love !ReplyDelete
Thank you, David. I appreciate it !ReplyDelete
your comment really touched me. from one broken girl to another....
Thank you, Lolamouse :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, James. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Anna. :)ReplyDelete
I feel for you. I lost my dad three years ago and I have missed him ever day. Thank you for your sweet comment. Sorry about your loss.
Thank you, Joanna :)ReplyDelete
Victoria, we all are...true!ReplyDelete
Kristen, how sweet...I was fortunate to have such a father :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Kavita :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Joy :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Matt. :)ReplyDelete
In a father's love is the safety to let our selves be seen...once seen, the healing can begin. Love this.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Adrienne. A father's love is a gift.ReplyDelete
There's a fragile but extremely loving dance that occurs between a father and daughter. Thank you for capturing this extremely well here!ReplyDelete
Father and daughter a relationship so strong. It builts awe and emits inspiration and respect. Beautiful poem!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Elizabeth :)ReplyDelete
Yes, Hank...and thank you :)ReplyDelete
Such a truly heartfelt story ~ simply beautiful ~ ⊱♥⊱♥⊱♥⊱ lღvε ♥ ஆεlεɳaReplyDelete
Powerful message... truly heartfelt piece. Simple reminders that all things are possible when one is truly loved.ReplyDelete
I like this story!ReplyDelete
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Ayala, thank you for coming by my blog. This story of father and daughter is so touching. The idea that he might have perceived her wounds, that he spoke to her through the story, caught me by the heart. Peace, Amy Barlow LiberatoreReplyDelete
this is so sweet nothing is as special as the daddy daughter relationship....ReplyDelete
Lovely poem...great is a parent who gives their child hopes and dreams!ReplyDelete
hi ayala... i'm running so late this week. Glad to read this beautiful piece of yours... so very touching and yes the father desires our wholeness as he heals those wounds. You had me as a small girl reading this... on my knees in the attic, finding and holding the treasure of his printed word in my hands.ReplyDelete
Beautiful poem. I love the message and the high-note ending.ReplyDelete
touching piece AyalaReplyDelete
Thank you, Helena. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Petrina. True words :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Cloudia :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Amy :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Amanda :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Di. Good to give hopes and dreams to our children.ReplyDelete
Aw Patricia...sweet...thank you!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Stephen. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Luke :)ReplyDelete
There's a deep yearning here. Beautiful.ReplyDelete
Love this poem. Ayala, you know why. xoxoReplyDelete
I love that he saw the fragility in her big brown eyes.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Glynn. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rudri....I know why..xoxoReplyDelete
Lauren, a father sees ....when he truly loves.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Colleen.ReplyDelete