This was another good prompt for me because I knew what I wanted to write about right away. I have a lot of nicknames and to be honest, I don't like most of them. This is probably because I like my real name so much so I implore everyone to use it (lol) but I do have 2 nicknames that I adore because they came from my parents. My mom calls me "Nuri" and my Daddy used to call me "Pumpkin" and that's the name I chose to use for this prompt.
A lil' backstory, my dad passed away in October 2004 after battling Parkinson's Disease for years and I miss him terribly and think about him everyday so any chance I have to incorporate him into something I do I jump on it, so....ENJOY!
A lil' backstory, my dad passed away in October 2004 after battling Parkinson's Disease for years and I miss him terribly and think about him everyday so any chance I have to incorporate him into something I do I jump on it, so....ENJOY!
Pumpkin
When I hear it
A lump still forms in my throat
And I get a little choked up
When I think of my Daddy’s name for me
His youngest
His baby
I long to hear it daily
In that familiar baritone
Sometimes I convince myself I can hear it
When I’m alone in silence
And that’s when I find it the hardest
To fight back tears
And I have to deal with his absence
But then I hear it again
And something else happens
Pumpkin evokes memories
Of standing on his toes and dancing
Running down the streets and laughing
Watching me walk down the street
Making sure that I was safe
And seeing that nothing happened
This make me happy
And these thoughts reaffirm
That in this world and the next
I’ll always be Daddy’s little girl
These seem like really good memories. I especially like the image of standing on your dad's toes dancing.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this - I am a father, and I gave my beloved daughter a nickname I still use at times today - Sunshine... and she is 35
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nice one...one of my daughters...called pumpkin also
ReplyDeleteI can feel the tears coming after reading this, you have made me miss my daddy, I'll never outgrow being his little girl. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeletethat's beautiful : )
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