A Poem For My Daughter

by Dee   Apr 1, 2006


A little girl so precious
Her eyes so baby blue
How I would like to play with her
But I have so much work to do

She wants some finger painting
Or coloring her brand new book
But I just send her off on her own
I get off of the hook

She wants to play some dress up
She wants to wear makeup too
But I cannot stop to play
I have too many things to do

She has been inside all winter
She wants to get some air
But I cannot find time to play
Because I have to dry my hair

To get ready for a meeting
I kiss her goodbye
And tell her I love her
When I leave, it makes her cry

She wants to share my makeup
She tries to be a part of my life
She wants me to be there for her
To kiss her goodnight

She wants to bake some cookies
And help me clean the house
But I convince her to watch a movie
While I relax on the couch

She asks me to find her princess shoes
Or take her to the mall
She begs for my attention
But I have to take a telephone call

She is longing for my attention
But I put her on the shelf
She said nobody takes care of her
And we leave her by herself

My angel is only three years old
But an independent child she is
Exposed to adult circumstance
Even though she's just a kid

Getting up each morning
Going to work with Mom
Before I even know it
We will be preparing for her prom

The best years of her little life
Are quickly fading away
While I try to make a living
I am missing her brighter days

One day she will board a school bus
And spend all day away from me
Will all the work I put before her
End up a regretful memory

Will I attend her plays at school
or will my work interfere
Will she stand alone on the stage
With no family members near

She is too young to understand
That she is being undersold
By a mommy who isn't there
And a business ready to fold

My goal was to raise her
By taking her to work each day
But instead of giving her my attention
I gave her a place that she could play

My little girl runs wild
In her little life all alone
Sometimes she puts herself in danger
When I am on the phone

Is daycare such a bad option
Would she be more satisfied
Even though she isn't with me
We would have more time at night

To read all the bedtime stories
To give her pep talks at night
To hold her when she is too scared
When we turn out the lights

Instead of my constant pushing away
I could stop to cuddle up
And dedicate my evenings
To showing her my love

Instead of my excuses
And my overflowing plate
I could draw a hopscotch
And enjoy her each and every day

Instead of getting frustrated
Because she needs a piece of me
I would stop what I am doing
And give her the attention that she needs.

To teach her to be strong
And show her how to love
And make her realize
That her existence is all I ever could dream of

But instead I push her away
Although she fights for my attention
A strong willed, little life
longing for my affection

All she really wants
Is a place inside my heart
I keep telling her that tomorrow
we will make a brand new start

But with every broken promise
When I do not follow through
She grows so disappointed
In the mother that she knew

Will the memories of today
Haunt her tomorrow
Will she remember her childhood
As a constant sorrow

Will she remember all the days
That I let her down
Will she ever understand
Why I was never around

Will she understand my struggles
Will she be proud of my sacrifice
Will she often question
How I made it through the night

Will she view me as an idol
And know how much she is loved
Will she appreciate my efforts
And pride me for never giving up

Could she ever forgive me
For not being a stay at home mom
Will she see me as a failure
Or will my legacy live on

Will she brag about me
To all of her friends
Telling them of my strengths
Or will she condemn me for my sins

My little girl really loves me
Despite the way I treat her
She will never know how much I love her
Because I feel like such a cheater

If she only realized
how much that she is missing
She would not sit on my lap
And give me all those Eskimo kisses

That little angel loves me
No matter what I do
How did I deserve such a princess
My Little Brandi Boo.

LOVE TO YOU ALWAYS,
MOMMY

I do not get a lot of ratings on my poetry but please take time to comment on this one. It is special to me and for once, I want to put my angel first.

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  • 17 years ago

    by misty

    Being a single mom those are all things that run through my head everyday. Being raised by a single mom, I know that she couldn't do all the things my sis and I wanted to do because she loved us. It was so easy to read what was in your heart and all the conserns you have about your child. What my mom taught me and I now do with my daughter is this...be realistic! If you have to choose between washing dishes or going for a walk with her... walk with her...the dishes will be there when you get back but each moment with her is fleeting! If you have to choose between drying your hair or having a tea party with her...put it in a pony tail cause the only person who doesn't care what you look like will think your beautiful nomatter what. Your heart was in the right place and you could read every emotion so easily. Stanza wise, it could use a little work. Depending on the type of poem, there should be a certain beat and at times I got lost in it. like if line 1 has 4 beats and line 2 has 3 then line 3 should have 4 and line 4 should have 3.

    here's just an example..
    "A little girl so precious
    Her eyes so baby blue
    How I would like to play with her
    But I have so much work to do"

    A better way would be..
    a little girl so precious
    her eyes so baby blue
    how I would like to play with her
    but i have so much to do

    Other than that this piece was great and keep up the great work.

  • 18 years ago

    by Alexandra Jade Brewer

    Wow.... I guess its hard to say very much because Im not a mother, just a teen. But this poem is amazing, everything is soo true the way you state how your daughters feelings could go in either direction. But I'm sure as she gets older and understands more you will be her Idol, because she will see how hard you have worked. That poem reminds me of me and my dad, I actually had tears in my eyes!!! That was a great poem to read:)

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