To My Daughter's

by christopher   Feb 17, 2012


Crawl before you walk
little ones.
Babble before you talk.
Life will be a mystery
Neither to be endured
Or become injured.

Listen to your heart,
not your head,
Follow your intuition;
and not for fruition.
Be not proud,
Or to loud.

Love will be bitter sweet.
Heartbreak you will meet...
Soothsayers with fork tongues
Promising all delights.

Harden not your hearts,
Be not profane.
Look into mirror
not for vain.

Guard your integrity
with serinity
never loose femininity.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Mac McGovern

    Do not like, too much stressed rhyme.

  • 12 years ago

    by Tim Kavi

    Christopher: your wonderful poem struck my heart. I have two daughters. Your poem has given me hope that there are good fathers--and good poets still around in the world.--Tim

  • 12 years ago

    by Tim Kavi

    Christopher: your wonderful poem struck my heart. I have two daughters. Your poem has given me hope that there are good fathers--and good poets still around in the world.--Tim

  • 12 years ago

    by L

    I agree with the above comments.. The part that got my attention the most was the following.

    "Harden not your hearts,
    Be not profane.
    Look into mirror
    not for vain."

    I really like this one because there are times when it's really hard to follow them. My favorite line out of the whole piece is harden not your hearts. Be compassionate that's what I can understand from it.

    Great piece, with an interesting content about the values that we should have.

  • 12 years ago

    by Ingrid

    That is really wise advice, did she bother to read it twice, or send you packing, because of all she thinks you're lacking?

    Just kidding you:) I felt like making a rhyming comment.

    I am not sure how old your daughter is, but I do know most dads go from superhero to superdork effortlessly when a daughter becomes a teen (in her eyes). When you wait long enough, the superhero phase returns, lol.

    Nice work on the poem, children are a blessing!

    Be not proud,
    Or to loud.

    ^^
    or too loud

    Well done,

    5/5 Ingrid

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