When I was a kid,
Daddy always said to me,
Get up! Try again, I believe – don’t you see?
If I tripped and banged a knee,
Stand back up and keep going
If I fell from my bike,
Try again, no more woe-ing
When a friend turned her back,
It’s okay, you’ll make more
When a guy broke my heart,
Wait, keep looking, there is love in store.
If I cried, he was there,
To hold my hand, or stroke my hair.
But those moments passed,
And he would say at last,
Try again, I know you can -
You are able! You are strong!
And I’m your biggest fan.
(Post inspired my Mama Kat's *pretty much world famous* Writers' Workshop. This week, I selected this prompt: Write a poem about starting over.)
1 comments:
Your dad is a very wise man & he passed his wisdom on to you. So much of what you said he said, I've said to my own kids. Very lovely poem.
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