Description: it's hard to deal with this loss and not know how they would see you so far from the day they left. i never got to see my dad be a granddad, so i dont really know how he would feel now.
Are you proud of me now? -------------------------------------------
Daddy, are you proud of me now?
I always wanted to be just right.
To be perfect in your sight.
I know you'd be proud of my girls.
They're all so beautiful and smart.
I was your little girl,
and I did so much wrong.
I'm finally on the right road,
back where I belong.
Still wanting your approval.
Pats on the back. Love and hugs.
The little girl inside of me,
that just never grew up.
But since you died before I changed,
I can't see your eyes sparkle with pride.
Questions still go unanswered now.
Daddy, are you proud of me now?
Tracy, dear, I am so sorry for your loss. You see, I too lost the one I called Dad. My stepdad, but without a doubt, very deserving of being called Dad. One thing about parents, as you are one I am pretty sure you have found out, they always see the perfection in their children, and are proud and love regardless of what the child does. It matters not what your age is, you have always been his little girl, perfect in every way. Being such a great Dad, can you imagine how he would have been as a Grandpa? I don't know what your belief's are, but if it can be done, I think you can count on it, he is there with you all. He is full of love and pride for you, being his little princess, and your children holding dearly to his heart. And, if possible, protecting you all from harm. We all carry inside of us three parts of our personalities, the child, as you described so eloquently, the adult making you look at facts and make important decisions about life, and the parent' doing exactly what parent do so well. Should you like to know a little bit about my Dad, may I suggest you read, the horrible end to his body life, "NO REGRETS (INTENSIVE CARE), done in two parts. He most certainly had a positive role in the making of who I am today. I truly loved this poem, I am going to place it as the first on my favorites, as this is one thing we all do, strive for the knowledge that our parents are proud of us. God bless, my friend, Yvonne
Again, a gorgeous write on the same subject matter that you covered in the other post, only much closer to the heartbreak of loss and the need of acceptance. This is nothing more than a heartfelt love letter to a man who apparently did his best to be a solid foundation in a world full of chaos. You have a transformed soul and a family of your own; any father would be proud of that. Very sincere without being the least bit maudlin. Nicely done.
Although he is gone I am sure that wherever he is he feels proud of your accomplishments and of your growth. Though you may never see his eyes filled with pride you might feel in your heart the happiness he feels. You see he is never gone (and though it might appear cliché) he will always be in your heart. When you were born a part of your father's soul and heart stayed with you. Now he is in you. When you gave birth a part of him was transferred to your children. I know that you will always miss him but if you need him all you have to do is search for him. All that we seek in life exists in us. While I was reading this poem I felt sad. Although I do not know what it feels to lose a father I can relate to the longing for that seal of approval. My father has always been there for me but I still feel that I need him. I feel that I need him to approve of every one of my choices. Like you say I still have not grown up. The little girl inside of me still wants daddy. Thank you so much for the good feelings that you brought. I feel like going home and hugging my father. I will do that. Remember when you need to see your father just look inside your heart. (It might sound a little cliché but it does work). Once you find yourself you will find everything that you always searched for.
im going to cry... this was so wonderful it brought tears to my eyes. I think that we all seek approval and I personally experience this but from a different position my grandma's (whom i am really close to) father died recently and she was really bad for some time because as a young girl she had many problems with him and they never seem to get along and now at his age she was taking care of him because he had alzheimer and there were moments where he wasn't himself. Your poem reminded me of my grandmother and my relationship with my dad. My dad and me are really close and I would never want to loose him...
My heart goes out to you and I love your poem I think that wherever he is he will always be proud of you because you were his little girl and he will always love you
You know how I feel about this type of poem and now I must do what is in my heart. FAVORITE!
Ok, lets look at this write closely. I as the reader am able to feel your longing here. To me that is what makes me read on. You open yourself up and allow the reader to see you. You bring the reader in and allow them to be in the write. When I imagine and feel the feelings of the writer then I am part of it.
Well, You know by now that I have to give advice. It is part of me. Here goes...
As a father of three daughters I can tell you that no matter what happens or has happened my love is never deminished. There are disappointments at times. That is life...and it must go on. There is nothing is the rule book about loving your child more for being perfect. This is a write of healing for you. My daughters have always tried to make me proud. The truth be told I have always been proud. I don't always tell them this because then they settle for just pleasing me. I don't want that. I want them to be proud of themselves and feel that they have accomplished what they set out to do. Always aiming higher for themselves and not me. I am sure your father was a great man. You know he does see your children and knows he is a grandfather and loves you like he always has.
Great powerful write here. Honest and deeply touching
This is very heartfelt and touching. Losing your father is very hard, I can relate to this one first hand. I was only four when my dad was killed in the military and I have spent my whole life missing him. I always wonder how things would be now and how they would have been growing up if I had him around. I would want him to be proud of me too. This is a very sincere poem, and if there is a heaven, then he should be looking down upon you with your answer. If he can see the better person you are today, then I am sure he is proud. Very nice poem. Take care.