Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts

Saturday, March 20, 2010

And in the space between me and Bea, there is none.

I was only gone for a few days this week for a conference, but while I was away Bea grew and grew and grew...

Really. She looks so much bigger. She's so much more animated.

It's as if she emanates a soft, rainbow aura that is silky to the touch and smells of flowers and sun.

Each time I hold her close I'm more the dad I never had as a child.

My daddy play includes throwing her in the air above my head -- her golden spun hair flying, her smile ever-widening.

And in the space between me and Bea, there is none.


Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Daddy K wonders, if it’s a girl…

Father's Song

By Gregory Orr


Yesterday, against admonishment,

my daughter balanced on the couch back,

fell and cut her mouth.


Because I saw it happen I knew

she was not hurt, and yet

a child's blood so red

it stops a father's heart.


My daughter cried her tears;

I held some ice

against her lip.

That was the end of it.


Round and round: bow and kiss.

I try to teach her caution;

she tried to teach me risk.