Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WATCHING FOR PAPA, by ANONYMOUS First Line: She always stood upon the steps Last Line: "will call with birdie voice, 'papa, / I's looten out for oo!'" Subject(s): Consolation;fathers & Daughters | ||||||||
She always stood upon the steps Just by the cottage door, Waiting to kiss me when I came Each night home from the store. Her eyes were like two glorious stars, Dancing in heaven's own blue -- "Papa," she'd call like a wee bird, "I's looten for oo!" Alas! how sadly do our lives Change as we onward roam! For now no birdie voice calls out To bid me welcome home. No little hands stretched out for me, No blue eyes dancing bright, No baby face peeps from the door When I come home at night. And yet there's comfort in the thought That when life's toil is o'er, And passing through the sable flood I gain the brighter shore, My little angel at the gate, With eyes divinely blue, Will call with birdie voice, "Papa, I's looten out for oo!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER DISAPPOINTMENT by MARK JARMAN DRESSING MY DAUGHTERS by MARK JARMAN READING ALOUD TO MY FATHER by JANE KENYON NOT BAD, DAD, NOT BAD' by JAN HELLER LEVI A WOMAN WAKING by PHILIP LEVINE MYRRHA TO THE SOURCE by HEATHER MCHUGH MY FATHER'S DIARY (2) by SHARON OLDS TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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