He asks me How I slept
I say fine.
He asks me if I am ready for the day
I say yes.
He asks me how my breakfast was
I say good.
He walks away in his gray sweatshirt
that I bought him for Christmas.
He comes home from work
Asks me how my day was
I say good
He asks me what happened at school
I say nothing
He asks me how work was
I say okay
He goes to do his sudoku
and I go upstairs.
I remember the father daughter dance
I'd wear my best dress,
my dad his best suit
we never left the dance floor.
I remember our special kiss
before I went to bed.
I remember asking him to leave pictures
underneath my pillow.
I remember playing outside with him
and making him lift me by the elbows.
my elbows are scraped now
the dress I wore is torn
my lips are chapped and dried
and the pictures are long time gone
and for now the dance floor is empty
but someday we will be back
I in my dress
him in is suit
no matter how long we sit it out
he will always be my dad.
Kristi,
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery here and how it shows both distance and intimacy. It made me think of my dad. Great voice here! You rock!
Kristi,
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with Ms. H, you rock :) I could almost hear your voice when I was reading it. <3 way to step it up!
I really like the repetition of "I remember" throughout the poem. It made the piece more intense as you kept remembering more and more specific times of your life. I also love the shift in the poem from the past to the present! =]
ReplyDeletei like the shift in description involving your elbows and dress that counter the beginning of the poem. nice job :)
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem because I feel like the topic is something that many people can connect with. I also like how you included specific memories, it made it much easier to connect with. Nice job :)
ReplyDeletethis is probably my favorite poem on the blog. There is something about the simplicity of it that I really like. Plus I totally agree with Daisy.
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