Welcome Blogging People

Welcome to my blog! So, my dad has told me for a long time that I should start a blog, and today, my friend started one for herself and I decided to conform.
I've always been very interested in poetry and I've written poetry since I was quite young, but only in the last three or four years have I found myself actually being proud of some of my work. This blog will be used to show some of my poetry and whatever other random thoughts that I feel merrit being shown to the world.

To start off my poetry theme, here's one that I wrote for my father's birthday and I performed it two days after his fifty second birthday at a poetry slam held by my college english teacher.



-Happy Birthday Daddy-

This year Daddy, you turn fifty-two.
And this poem, is to thank you,
For all of the wonderful things you do
And the wonderful things you are.

This poem is to thank you for always being there
To make sure that your little girl
Is okay.
And Daddy, your little girl is better than okay.

You and mommy have made me
Who I am,
And though I don’t always love myself
I love and thank you both.

But, Daddy, this poem is for you.
To let you know how grateful I am
That you are who you are.
And, Old man, you are one of a kind.

Thank you for your sense of humour,
For your strength and your patience.
These things that are teaching me
How to cope with all the drama of life.

Thank you for telling me you still loved me
When I lost my virginity at far too young an age
And for holding me when you found out that
I’d expressed my regret with a blade in my skin.

Thank you for being comfortable enough with yourself
That you can cry during sad movies and sentimental moments.
And for being mommy’s shoulder to cry on,
On those rare occasions when she breaks down.

Thank you for giving up your partier ways,
Before bringing my brothers and I into this life.
And for never giving up on
Keeping this family afloat.

Thank you for always having
Your arms open for a hug
When my arms
Aren’t enough

Thank you for reading me anthologies of poetry
When I was just a little girl,
And giving me this love of language
Which I’ve used to write this poem.

You, Daddy, are the type of man
That everybody can admire.
You have many sides to you,
But you are never fake.

When I look at you, Daddy,
I smile because I feel blessed.
When I look at you, Daddy,
I smile because I know how lucky I am.

So, on this fifty-second year of your life,
Do not fear your age or think of death,
But rejoice in the knowledge of how loved you are,
And know that you are the most amazing man in your little girl’s world.