Challenge
Poetry matters: $250 on the table for the writer who nails form, content, and fire. Three judges will help select the winner. There is a lot of talent here so swing for the fences. Good luck to all.
My daughters broken heart
Broken-hearted again
For me would be in vain
But for my little girl
Her daddy was her world
How can a father leave
It’s hard for me to conceive
Not even say goodbye
I can only standby
And watch her tears stream down
From her big eyes of brown
Her bleeding heart poured out
Through her brown eyes spout
I set my pain aside
My broken heart I’ll hide
And take the time to heal
As before my girl I kneel
And let her hug and hold
As I lovingly enfold
Her precious body in my arms
Wishing to protect her heart from harm
From harm, hurt and pain
I wish my arms could constrain
But for now I hold her tight
As her daddy silently takes flight
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