One of my favorite hobbies is watching horror movies, especially those with scary monsters. However, I rarely get scared by them any more and, some time ago, one of my daughters asked me why. I jokingly told her it's because I'm a dad and there's nothing that can scare me any more as a result of that. After some consideration, I realized that would make a great poem and ended up writing this daughter-inspired piece.
Raising Daughters (A Poem)
A poem inspired by being a father to two daughters of my own.
Look at you wearing that old-fashioned hockey mask
Holding a butcher knife or machete with eyes full of rage.
You may think you’re terrifying
But, I, personally, have survived a pre-teen girl who went on a rampage.
So why don’t you once again focus on teenagers
Because, if you think you’re going to scare me, don’t even bother.
You might be scary to most people.
I, on the other hand, am raising daughters.
Raising your voice in anger or growling like a wild animal
Might make you seem tough.
But, I spend my days walking on eggshells
Because you never know what will set these girls off.
Yeah, one moment they may act all sweet and innocent
And even love their dad.
Just look at them wrong, however
And, boy, do they get mad.
Also, let’s not forget the various landmines throughout the house
Whether they are naked Barbies, other toys or pieces of board games.
I really hate to say this.
But, they would make a hunter like Predator envious and put it to shame.
Not to mention the glitter that seems to be everywhere
It sticks to everything and, if it gets in your eye, it can be quite blinding
It’s as though it was designed by a mad man to be a cruel form of torture
Even on the rare occasion the kids are actually minding.
So, while you may be terrifying
And have most other people quaking in their shoes from midnight til noon
I can honestly say you have zero effect on me.
In fact, you could say, over time, I became immune.
Because anything you could do won’t be as scary as what’s underneath my own roof.
You may be some big, bad and scary monster. But, I am a father.
And, just in case you forgot,
I’m raising daughters.
More By This Writer
|Does God Cry?|
Internationally-selling poet and children's book author Steven Helmer presents his third book of spiritual poetry meant to inspire you to keep God's love in your heart.
|Angels Don't Always Have Wings: A Sinner's Poems of Faith|
Steve never thought of himself as an overly religious person and had rarely set foot inside of a church. However, after agreeing to attend a service following a visit to a churc...