Let me start by saying I am not a poet in any way! Yes I loved it in high school, but I do not remember any of the formats or rules or even if formats and rules is the right words!
One early morning I got to sleep for an extra 30 minutes and I had one of those very vivid dreams so real that when you wake up for a minute you don’t know if you were dreaming or if it was real life, and in it I wrote this poem. When I woke up I had to write it down because I loved it so much!
It tells the story about the love both our girls have for their dad. Every morning they walk up to me with their bed head and sleepy eyes and ask right away where dad is. And every day I have to explain that he went to work. You can only imagine their excitement on weekends when he is there in the mornings.
This poem illustrates how excited they are when he comes home. In a literal sense he picks them up and throws them around and really does make them fly. In a figurative sense him being home makes them so happy they feel like they can fly!
Here it goes, please don’t judge!
She wakes up to see you and asks where you are
All day she plays, knowing you are never too far
Finally she hears you coming up the stairs
Nothing makes her happier,
Not even the greatest fairs
Speaking so fast she makes no sense
Yet it makes you feel happiness so intense
Her feet go pitter patter on the floor
Feeling excitement to her core
Her arms in the air
Making her wait, just wouldn’t be fair
So lift her up high
and giver her happiness, only you can supply
Because of you, she believed she could fly