{"id":4948,"date":"2025-04-17T10:53:06","date_gmt":"2025-04-17T14:53:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4948"},"modified":"2025-04-17T10:53:07","modified_gmt":"2025-04-17T14:53:07","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-300","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2025\/04\/17\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-300\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #300"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Gerald Locklin was an American poet, professor, and editor. He was a prolific writer publishing over 3000 poems, works of fiction, and articles. Today’s poem is about a father and daughter. It made me think of my own daughter and her father. Poems about children growing up always get to me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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my daughter, who turns twenty tomorrow,
has become truly independent.
she doesn't need her father to help her
deal with the bureaucracies of schools,
hmo's, insurance, the dmv.
she is quite capable of handling
landlords, bosses, and auto repair shops.
also boyfriends and roommates.
and her mother.

frankly it's been a big relief.
the teenage years were often stressful.
sometimes, though, i feel a little useless.

but when she drove down from northern California
to visit us for a couple of days,
she came through the door with the
biggest, warmest hug in the world for me.
and when we all went out to lunch,
she said, affecting a little girl's voice,
'i'm going to sit next to my daddy.\"
and she did, and slid over close to me
so i could put my arm around her shoulder
until the food arrived.

i've been keeping busy since she's been gone,
mainly with my teaching and writing,
a little travel connected with both,
but i realized now how long it had been
since i had felt deep emotion.

when she left i said, simply,
\"i love you,\"
and she replied quietly,
\"i love you too.\"
you know it isn't always easy for 
a twenty-year-old to say that;
it isn't always easy for a father.

literature and opera are full of
characters who die for love:
i stay alive for her.

No Longer a Teenager
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Gerald Locklin was an American poet, professor, and editor. He was a prolific writer publishing over 3000 poems, works of fiction, and articles. Today’s poem is about a father and daughter. It made me think of my own daughter and her father. Poems about children growing up always get to me. my daughter, who turns twenty tomorrow,has become truly independent.she doesn’t need her father to help herdeal with the bureaucracies of schools,hmo’s, insurance, the dmv.she is quite capable of handlinglandlords, bosses, and auto repair shops.also boyfriends and roommates.and her mother.frankly it’s been a big relief.the teenage years were often stressful.sometimes, though, i feel a little useless.but when she drove down from northern Californiato visit us for a couple of days,she came through the door with thebiggest, warmest hug in the world for me.and when we all went out to lunch,she said, affecting a little girl’s voice,’i’m going to sit next to my daddy.”and she did, and slid over close to meso i could put my arm around her shoulderuntil the food arrived.i’ve been keeping busy since she’s been gone,mainly with my teaching and writing,a little travel connected with both,but i realized now how long it had beensince i had felt deep emotion.when she left i said, simply,”i love you,”and she replied quietly,”i love you too.”you know it isn’t always easy for a twenty-year-old to say that;it isn’t always easy for a father.literature and opera are full ofcharacters who die for love:i stay alive for her.No Longer a TeenagerGerald Locklin<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4949,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4948","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4948","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4948"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4948\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4951,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4948\/revisions\/4951"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4949"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4948"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4948"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4948"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}