If You Were My Daughter

Hello everyone;

I did say "haphazardly" participating in the April PAD Challenge. This is why day one is being posted after day two.
Day 1 prompt of "write an optimistic poem"

Not Dead Yet, Me

Is it really such a tragedy
that my sentences are raggedy
words tread together by similarity?
The conversation is still defiantly
expressions of me.

Is it really such a travesty
that I wander aimlessly?
When I can travel through time so easily
…our life history
…a life lived outrageously.

Is it really such a disparity
that I have forgotten the melody
of your name? Still there’s some clarity….
I know the feelings of family
and passions intensity.

Is it really such an indignity
that something once familiar is now a novelty.
Or that simple tasks escape me.
I still dance to life’s jamboree
and sing majestically.

Is it really such a finality
even as I become more absentee?
There is plenty of life in my legacy.
Don’t bother writing my eulogy,
when there’s still time to create a memory.

©2024 Delaina Miller

*Disclaimer This poem is not a reflection of any of the Mothers that may read and follow this blog. Its creation was kindled by a friend’s poem and stories I have heard from two friends. Thank you!

If You Were My Daughter

I would have held you close to me
at every stage of your life…
if you were my daughter

I would have played show and tell with my love for you
instead of leaving you to impress me…
if you were my daughter

I would have made you laugh
instead of hushing you…
if you were my daughter

I would have kissed all of scrapes and bruises away
instead of causing them…
if you were my daughter

I would have praise all of your achievements
instead of ignoring your success…
if you were my daughter

I would have cried with you
instead of telling you, you deserved it…
if you were my daughter

I would have nurtured your special spirit…
instead of envying you
if you were my daughter

I would have thrown you a freedom party
instead of blaming you for the divorce…
if you were my daughter

I would have seen your children as perfect in everyway
instead of filling your heart with doubt and worry…
if you were my daughter

I would let you know the pride I feel for you
instead of making you feel shame…
if you were my daughter

I would be your great defender
instead of your infector…
if you were my daughter

I would have taught you to love yourself
instead of not…
if you were my daughter

I would have but I am not your mother
instead I am no one’s mother…
I am simply a daughter

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Delaina J Miller

I am tearing up and I love it so much. I am not sure which emotions you stirred up Delaina but I think as long as poetry does that you have done a great job!!

If You Were My Daughter

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