For The Guys With a Daughter or Daughters

[Bobbytwonames]

A poem that I wrote for my daughter's when they were growing up. I quit writing when I was little after being teased. I only wrote again for my wife and daughter's. I thought I would share this one. I hope that people with kids can relate. Roast me if you will. It is titled my hands are shrinking.

My Hands Are Shrinking

I want you to know what brought on this thinking
It's because I noticed my hands are shrinking

When you girls were little your hands were so tiny
We'd clip your nails and wipe your hiney

Then, like a tree, you started to grow
We taught you how to clip and where to go

Every morning we dressed you with care
Little princesses in dresses with beautiful hair

One day you thought you'd dress yourself
The clothes were so weird you looked like and elf

We held your hands and walked you to school
You cried and screamed till you started to drool

As you girls got older and wise
The speed of your growing made me open my eyes

From babies to now you've come so far
Pretty soon I'll be teaching you to drive a car

I dread the day that will arrive too soon
My babies not at home is a depressing tune

When that day comes and I start to cry
Just know that you two are the apple of my eye

Without knowing you've taught me and Mommy quite a lot
Raising two parents since you were tots

No matter how old you get or how tall each of you stands
I will always remember those tiny little hands

Just as sure as I am that your eyes will keep blinking
My Hands Are Shrinking

 

[Bobbytwonames]

A poem that I wrote for my daughter's when they were growing up. I quit writing when I was little after being teased. I only wrote again for my wife and daughter's. I thought I would share this one. I hope that people with kids can relate. Roast me if you will. It is titled my hands are shrinking.

My Hands Are Shrinking

I want you to know what brought on this thinking
It's because I noticed my hands are shrinking

When you girls were little your hands were so tiny
We'd clip your nails and wipe your hiney

Then, like a tree, you started to grow
We taught you how to clip and where to go

Every morning we dressed you with care
Little princesses in dresses with beautiful hair

One day you thought you'd dress yourself
The clothes were so weird you looked like and elf

We held your hands and walked you to school
You cried and screamed till you started to drool

As you girls got older and wise
The speed of your growing made me open my eyes

From babies to now you've come so far
Pretty soon I'll be teaching you to drive a car

I dread the day that will arrive too soon
My babies not at home is a depressing tune

When that day comes and I start to cry
Just know that you two are the apple of my eye

Without knowing you've taught me and Mommy quite a lot
Raising two parents since you were tots

No matter how old you get or how tall each of you stands
I will always remember those tiny little hands

Just as sure as I am that your eyes will keep blinking
My Hands Are Shrinking

I guess that nobody else writes poetry.

 

[1aespinoza]

I guess that nobody else writes poetry.

I wish I could. Most of my knowledge is technical information. Very little crearivity.

 

[audiobaun]

Ive written poetry for years. I passed up a Scholarship to Steven F. Austin for Poetry and Literature back in my day. I was pretty good at drawing as well. Wasnt much of a working career for that type of events at the time. I prob still have an 8inch stack boxed up for sure. When something comes to mind.. I can sit and write a poem in seconds. I find it relaxing and peaceful. I pursued a different path to where I am today through Penn State. Im sure Ill find time for it again

 

[Ridinhi]

I call this poem “in due time “

Excuse me miss, but that @ass is fat
Can’t help but to wonder if you have a matching cat

Don’t fight it girl, let me see that thang
And when yo man go to work, I’ll come over and bang

At least think about it, but don’t take too long
Cause yo mama already texting me for some of this dong

 

[subzero]

I have a fat belly that makes others jelly
I use it as a table top to hold my soda pop
It rumbles when I have to poop
I guess I ate too much soup

 

[Bobbytwonames]

Ive written poetry for years. I passed up a Scholarship to Steven F. Austin for Poetry and Literature back in my day. I was pretty good at drawing as well. Wasnt much of a working career for that type of events at the time. I prob still have an 8inch stack boxed up for sure. When something comes to mind.. I can sit and write a poem in seconds. I find it relaxing and peaceful. I pursued a different path to where I am today through Penn State. Im sure Ill find time for it again

As a poetry writer as you have been, how would you rate my poem? Don't hold back. I want an honest review. I'm sure my writing is very basic. Definitely not a sonnet (whatever that is).

 

[Bobbytwonames]

.

 

[audiobaun]

As a poetry writer as you have been, how would you rate my poem? Don't hold back. I want an honest review. I'm sure my writing is very basic. Definitely not a sonnet (whatever that is).

Im not one to Judge anothers interpretation of theyre writings as it may differ from the writers state of mind and or the meaning of which they feel at that moment. Everyone will seem to have a different analogy of the writers actual concept/notion

 

[Bobbytwonames]

Im not one to Judge anothers interpretation of theyre writings as it may differ from the writers state of mind and or the meaning of which they feel at that moment. Everyone will seem to have a different analogy of the writers actual concept/notion

They're? Did you mean their?

 

[Bobbytwonames]

Im not one to Judge anothers interpretation of theyre writings as it may differ from the writers state of mind and or the meaning of which they feel at that moment. Everyone will seem to have a different analogy of the writers actual concept/notion

You can say that it, "struck a chord", "I remember those days", or "wtf are you talking about?" No worries man.

 

[audiobaun]

They're? Did you mean their?

I stand corrected.. YES

 

[audiobaun]

You can say that it, "struck a chord", "I remember those days", or "wtf are you talking about?" No worries man.

Its nice and at the same time sad. Thank you for sharing it

 

[Jimi77]

As a poetry writer as you have been, how would you rate my poem? Don't hold back. I want an honest review. I'm sure my writing is very basic. Definitely not a sonnet (whatever that is).

I was a English (creative writing) major in college. Gave that up when I realized all this great authors I read died broke and unrecognized. I think it's a great poem.

I was into fiction. If I only knew what the future would hold, I could have kept writing fiction and passed it of as journalism now-a-days.

 

[1aespinoza]

I was into fiction. If I only knew what the future would hold, I could have kept writing fiction and passed it of as journalism now-a-days.

You would have been invited to the White House to write speeches for Brandon. The down side is you would be forced to write with Crayons.