Poem -

~MY WORLD~

~MY WORLD~

There’s a stubborn streak in you as long as a mile,
A nature unspoiled, fresh with angelic smile,
A curiosity unwavering, questions by the million,
The having to know the why’s and where’s per billion.

You have a  boisterous flare and inability to sit still,
Your excitable ignitable persona sets to thrill,
To domineer and yet captivate all whom watch you play,
I’m thankful for you who made me the father I am today.

I am proud to be your daddy, your best friend, your guide,
You will never know the lengths I would go to or the love I have inside.
You are my mirror image, the best parts of me,
Together with your mummy, you help us both to see,
What life is really all about, the reason for us to breathe,
You and your sister are examples of why in angels we do believe.

 

Like 2 Pin it 1
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Nine Eleven

This is exactly the kind of poetry I would love to write, I have a daughter, she's 7 and you have just described here to a T. 

This is an amazing tribute to the love you have Simon, you should definitely print it in gold and keep it forever so your daughter will always remember her father's love.

Reply
Poem -

Writers Turmoil

Writers Turmoil

Intent on self exploration, stripped and laid waste to the crows, my lungs collapse and I drop to my knees...

Poem -

Malice

Malice

He's disinterested, arrested in his own needs in excess. He drives down your self, your views and spews...

Poem -

Repetition

Repetition

Full of emotion,
He quietly weeps,
The chorus notoriously never sleeps.

Calamities...

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

Silent Night.

A silent night.
Quietness.
Soundless.
If a pin dropped i would be able to hear it....

Poem -

WHEN YOU MOCK A BROKEN SYSTEM

WHEN YOU MOCK A BROKEN SYSTEM

Cashiers ringing up Wonky things that Food Stamps can buy...

Not all Healthy so you go to the...

Poem -

winter fragments

winter fragments

it is cold: i am old

cruel ruminations
paralyzing winds
sharp icicles
lifeless...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com