My Heart

[Twaddle]

My Heart


Remember when we were walking, and
We saw that young woman?
I said she was pretty, but
“Her skirt was too short” was your opinion.
I told you that she looked like
You will when you are grown.
You said, “Nuh uh, Daddy”
How can such a thing be known

When you were just a baby,
I worried a lot about it,
Because I couldn’t see me in you,
Not even , just a little bit;
But as the years have passed,
And you began to grow,
The inner working of my genes
Have begun to show.

You have your grandpa’s posture
And his sideways, crooked grin.
You had your grandma’s baby teeth,
And now her jowls and chin.
You got your momma’s loud- ass voice,
Just like your sister did.
Thank God you didn’t get her stride,
Your sister’s cursed with it.

In the genetic lottery
Your nose has been your strength,
Because you got my width,
And your momma’s length.
God help you if it would have been
The other way around.
You would have been top- heavy with
A nose that weighed 3 pounds.

You got your momma’s forehead, and
Her legs both thin and tall.
I’m sorry that you got my booty,
Which is really none at all.
You got your momma’s narrow face
And eyes so dark and round.
You got my corny sense of humor
So you always act the clown.

You got your daddy’s sweet tooth, and
Hyper energy.
You caught my love for movies, and
My curiosity; But
One thing I hope you’ll remember,
Whenever we’re apart,
Some things you just can’t separate,
You will always have my heart.

Timothy P. Twaddle, © 2009

[moonflower]

this is beautifullly written!..i hope you let your daughter read it..

[nekot]

I smile. I laughed. My heart was warmed.

Enjoyed this Twaddle. I too hope your family read it.

[despicability]

thats really sweet!