Sunday, February 2, 2014

Fathers

A girl doesn't get to pick her father.
Her shadow waits
blind at her birthplace,
and her stars are skied.
But I

will not make a fetish of cauls
or small, bad seeds.
A girl doesn't need
to pick her father
if she is father/mother/sister to her self.

For Kerry's prompt at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.

24 comments:

Fireblossom said...

"her stars are skied"

what an inventive and original turn of phrase.

Sioux said...

I too was charmed by "her stars were skied."

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I adore this. It contains all the wisdom we need to know.

Mary said...

I do think sometimes we have to learn to parent ourselves!

Gillena Cox said...

you stated the obvious; and at the same time spewed a profound wisdom.
Good write!

Have a nice Sunday

much love...

rudyan said...

oh so so true, and profound - just what i needed to read this morning, thank you

Gail said...

Strangely, this makes sense to me!

Well done.

Susie Clevenger said...

What an unexpected journey from the title..beautiful

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Well this feels unexpected and true--lovely!

Myrna R. said...

Yes, we need to be our own best company. So well expressed here.

kaykuala said...

Yes, a person so self-reliant will get the most from life. Nicely MZ!

Hank

Grandmother (Mary) said...

Yes, as an adult we get to mother /father/ sister ourselves. Tricky but vital.

manicddaily said...

I was lucky enough to have the most loving father I could ever have had, but the poem is certainly true--so difficult to figure out how to take care of yourself as you would your own child. Thanks, MZ.

Kay L. Davies said...

I love that concept, like being one's own best friend, only better, deeper, stronger.
K

Hannah said...

Lonely but empowering all at once. I like your stars skied...beauty in originality.

Susan said...

Incredible.

grapeling said...

perfect ~

Sam Edge Author said...

powerful and wise I had to learn the love of a father from my daughters.

Bing Yap said...

Deep and profound… Lovely thoughts in a poem.

Brian Miller said...

sadly we do not get to pick our family---what a hard life it is having to be all of that to yourself though...i have known a few kids in that role...

the skiied line is def a very good one....artistry...

Margaret said...

… it's the heartache getting "there" that is so tough.
Being all is not how it is supposed to be. A good father is priceless for a girl - but not necessary - the trick is putting the "bad" one behind and moving forward.

Gabriella said...

Learning to be a parent to ourselves certainly requires skills!

Helen said...

I sometimes wonder how life would have been different had my father not passed away when I was a child ... No dad figure to guide, influence, protect three little girls. Your poetry touched a nerve this morning.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is such a neat poem with your excellent way of turning an idea on its head and delivering a huge punchline!