Daddy’s Girl

June 18, 2017

Her little hand fit snugly in his
He never let her go
Sliding and gliding around the ice
The coldness mattered not
Bundled in her red snowsuit
Her rosy cheeks and red nose
Peeking out above her scarf
Round and round the ice they skated
When her little legs tired he picked her up
And continued to skate with her in his arms
Because he knew she loved it so

The toboggan flew over
The frozen hill laden with snow
Faster and faster over the bumps and crevices
All the way down till coming to a stop
Again, again she chanted
And no matter how tired he might have been
He would never say no
And together they would climb back to the top
She’d jump up front and he behind
And off again they would go
One more time, or three or four, just for her

Summer picnics and Sunday drives
Stopping to feed the ducks in High Park
Riding the merry-go-round and pushing her high on the swings
Till she thought she would reach the clouds
A multitude of activities of family time spent
Even when there weren’t enough hours in the day
Vacations spent camping, sleeping in a tent
Teaching her to swim in the big lake
Until she had no fear and would jump freely off the dock
Nightly campfires toasting marshmallows
And trying to capture fireflies

Listening to him play his harmonica at all the family parties
Tapping her feet and clapping her hands, she always wanted more
Dancing with him as he taught her to do the Newfie Jig
Curled up in his lap watching TV
Fresh from her bath wanting to stay up just a little bit longer
Reading her a bedtime story
Cinderella, Peter Pan, Mother Goose
It mattered not, he read them all
For all of these reasons and so many, many more
From the day I was born until the day he died and beyond
I will always and forever be a Daddy’s girl

Barbara M © June 2017


Yet to be…

June 11, 2017

Mystical notions dwelled within her mind
Like pieces in a dream
They enveloped her
A puzzle yet to be solved
Secrets yet to be revealed
Stories yet to be written
Memories yet to be made
So many questions
Uncertainties unknown
Longing for answers
Searching for the key
Could she, would she
Take a chance
On what was yet to be?

Barbara M © June 2017

With Closed Eyes…

June 6, 2017

Even with eyes that were closed
Her heart could see
Beyond what it felt
Visions of two as one
Souls entwined, barely moving
Holding her as no other had before
Yearning senses awakening her passion
That had long lain asleep
Reigniting memories
Forgotten in a time and place long past
Longing to feel again
The magic of love
Needing to believe
Wanting to trust
In her heart that saw
Even with eyes that were closed

Barbara M © June 2017