Very Bad Poetry

it was 2am one summers night
when i sat up late with you
talking about our ups and downs
'cos thats what fathers and daughters do

you were drinking Heineken
and i was on the juice
i thought it was the perfect time
to throw some questions at you

dad, i asked, how did you know, that momma was 'the one' ?
you said, the day i married, i knew my life had just begun,
my lip began to quiver, my leg began to shake,
it was the most amazing dream, from which i didnt want to wake.

and dad, how did you react, when the doctor said i was a girl?
you said, i could not have been so happy,
it was the best feeling in the world
that day i held you in my arms
your little fingers grabbed my nose
only then, you brought a grown man to tears
when i looked down at my little rose.

and dad, i questioned nervously, how do you give such great advice?
and you put down your heineken, and looked me in the eyes.
you are my only daughter, for that i feel truly blessed
so when it comes to everything
you deserve nothing but the best

your beautiful, you are so kind, and by god, you are brave
i've never had to shake my fist, or feel that i should be ashamed
because i hope you know i love you
that will never change
and if you were any differant
my life would never have been the same

thats one of the most amazing things
that he had ever said
it swirls around my mind each day
it never leaves my head

because my daddys gone now
i never got to say goodbye
and anytime i think of this
i cannot help but cry

when i hear a noise at night
i get up and look around
i always hope that it is him
but there is no one to be found

i wondered who will walk me down the aisle
when i find the man i love
now i know he'll always walk beside me
while he's smiling from above

Maeve O'Keefe has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Maeve's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Maeve's latest works: