The Dad and the Princess

This is a sweet poem, you sound like a good and patient father

there are things that matter past the ones we're forced into like bills. I relate to this. This is beautiful!

here. Gentle. Soulful even. Brims me full of wist. Thanx, Chuck PS: As to "where everything in not in place," do you mean to say is for the first in?

I hope you relish all the experiences that fatherhood has taught you.Thank you.

Moon, What a short, sweet, heartfelt poem and with humor too! Really enjoyed this one~ "There's no trick to being a humorist when you have the whole government working for you." Will Rogers

Might be overthinking this: clearing the table = symbolism for starting a new day; a new chapter in life? Just a thought that popped into my head. Nice, cheery poem. ps. saw a great tag line: "if I wanted to hear the pitter-patter of little feet around the house, I'd put shoes on my dog." LOL! ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "I just read an article on the dangers of drinking.... Scared the crap out of me. So that's it! After today, no more reading!" - Lex M.

relationship with my father. It looks just like my father's desk (so unlike the sterile order of my mother's room). I wonder if the first stanza might have more impact without the lines starting with "during the past day's minutes . . ." It seems to me the father comes to a reflective standstill at that point. One thing makes me curious, the phrase "the child" rather than "my child". It sounds so detached. Was it meant that way?

the following lines make more sense. I suggest this, not as a poet, but as a child who was often treated as "the child": I would not use that cold, cold term and instead express her anger, maybe with images of thrown crayons or crumpled drawings or a picture of "Mean Daddy" or some other evidence of a tantrum.

Brought me wonderful Memories of my Children, four in all, 38 thru 19. there all gone from home now, but I get to teach my Grandchildren, (all eight) the lesson I learned with my Children. Very heart warming poem, Richard! thanks Eddie