In a fable long ago
A father spun
Perhaps to ease a daughter's pain
Stitch her torn soul
Back together
Dry her falling tears
He spoke of not a knight
Nor Prince
Not frogs to kiss
Or lamps to rub
He told of love
A truest kind
Not sought, nor searched
Not bought, nor perched
It would be hers
And hers...the prize
When he comes for you
And know he will
His smile you'll recognize
treasured advice is the soul of a father's love...it touches the heart with gentle loving memories...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the emotional complexity that runs through this poem. The father is a loving man and wants to help his daughter through a heart crisis. He could have loftily declared, SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRUST YOUR HEART, WHEN YOU THINK YOU'VE FOUND TRUE LOVE. SO NOW PROTECT YOURSELF! But instead of trampling her belief he renews it, puts his fatherly authority behind it, gives what she most wants - confidence it will happen. Of course, he is complicating his life by doing so, because he may have to be her support in another heart crisis. And he is willing to be that refuge. I love the positive rapport between father and daughter in this poem. Morally speaking, he is the perfect father.