I Promise


I swear to fly you south, my sweet
to have some fairy play
and smooch your chubby chipmunk cheeks
I’ll kiss the tears away –
give secret trips (with airplane rides)
So, hopefully, you’ll stay

I’ll try to paint you stories too
that you can read along
Buy unicorns and magic dust
or sing you hippo songs
just to hear you laugh the way
your mommy always does

And when the years have passed me by
and God does call me home
I’ll keep your name upon my lips
to make the angels know
a pretty one escaped their ranks
She’s crying on the ground
they’ll fly to sing you hippo songs

to tell you I’m around

11 Comments

  1. amysomday says:

    Oh I love this! But you probably would have guessed that 🙂

  2. cecilia says:

    What an extraordinary looking child.. just the poem for her. c

    1. Thank you. I appreciate it.

  3. throughhisown says:

    Lovely words, lovely poem!

    1. Thanks, I really appreciate the feedback.

  4. Beautiful poem…made me a bit sad. Wishing I had a little girl. I only have one son…26 years old. Hopefully some day I’ll have a grand child. Have a wonderful day! ~Sherry~

  5. Oh, wow. As a father, those words hit home – and they’re intense and profound. Beautiful.

    1. Thank you, Sid. I’m glad you liked it. I have a daughter myself. They never stop being your babies.

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