The Eyes Of My Father

February 15, 2018
By Megan17 BRONZE, York, Pennsylvania
Megan17 BRONZE, York, Pennsylvania
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My sweet daughter,
Oh how I wanted more for you.
You should be out playing in the grass,
Not being tied down by such a burden.

My little princess,
I miss your smile.
What happened to the bright eyed girl I used to know?
Princess, please don't give this disease the power to control you.

My baby girl,
You are so strong.
I see you trying to fight
I see my baby girl choosing life.

My darling,
You are so precious.
You are trying your best to be strong,
But darling, it's okay to have to be weak.

My beautiful little girl,
You make me so proud.
Face each day with a brave smile,
Give into each seizure with only a single tear,
Live your life to the fullest.

My sweet daughter, I am in awe of your strength.

The author's comments:

Hello :) I wanted to give a new point of view on the hand I've been dealt, and I thought this might be interesting. I was recently diagnosed with epilepsy, and this poem makes me think of how my father is dealing with my diagnosis. I hope you enjoy, and as always, all comments are welcomed!

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