Butterfly Feet

I’m in heaven now,

I heard you from mummy’s stomach.

I’m still learning how to kick a football,

But I think I’ll make you proud.

I wished that I didn’t have to go,

But I couldn’t stop,

A great love was calling to me.

Daddy I love you.

I wish you were able to hear my first words,

To watch me take my first steps.

I wish you were able to hold my hand,

And taught me to swim.

All those dreams you had for me,

They made me cry.

I want to be by your side,

When I first learn all the rules of football.

You could teach me Shakespeare…

Make me listen to Bob Dylan,

            Or U2.

To show me the world as you saw it.

It’s every girl’s goal in high school,

To look beautiful for that one special night,

While daddy lectures the poor boy.

Prom night,

To have seen me in a shimmering dress,

            And to have scolded me for showing to much skin.

I can imagine the sparkles in your eyes as you let me go to my first Prom.

Graduation day,

You would have been proud of me.

I know it,

Because you would have been the best teacher in my life,

And I’ll that you’ve taught me took me to that day.

The tears in your eyes,

Our private conversation,

Before you walk me down the aisle,

To the other special man in my life.

I wished with you,

That I could do all this with you.

But I’m happy that you thought of me,

And my future.

Daddy, always remember that I’m here with you.

But one day,

I’ll be able to run into your arms,

Then you could teach me all about earth,

And I’ll show you all of heaven.

I love you Daddy.

A/N: This poem was inspired by one of my most favorite English teachers. He and his wife lost a baby girl, 3 days before the due date. It was devastating news for everyone at my school.  Before the last week of school, he stood in front of the whole high school students and faculty and told of his daughter. His dreams he had for her. Almost everyone was crying…I was. It was very beautiful. I guess his daughter somehow came to me and made me write this poem. It’s nothing like what I’ve ever written. The title is ‘Butterfly feet’ because the foot prints of the baby looked like butterfly wings.