This poem is a collaboration poem written by my daughter, Julie, and me. We both worked on it. In fact, she initially wrote the first part, as a poem to me. It is not renga because it meets none of the normal forms. It is simply two people writing a poem to each other and collaborating, so style and form are free. One could look on it as a duet, or father – daughter billets-doux (love, or sweet letters). Ardor means enthusiasm or passion. My portion is italicized.
You are my father, tried and true
And you my daughter through and through.
You know my heart, my feet and hands too.
Some even say I look like you.
From birth and to your life throughout,
I’ve been there for you, without a doubt.
There was a time when things were harder.
I hope I’ve grown and become much smarter.
If we could go back, I’d want you my daughter.
Together we’ve grown older with ardor.
My father, wiser by the day…. Always profound things to say.
Sharing our life keeps misery at bay.
I look to you when the answers are grey.
You say, “let nothing get in our way.”
You heart and your talent come into play,
Find peace therein, as you work away.
Go out and write and use your talents
It will give your life more sense and balance.
Your words are like clay, your pen is your pallet,
Your life is your muse, your mind is your mallet.
Get off your ass and do it already
The world is uncertain, and time is unsteady.
It’s your life to live, you should live it as heady,
Be happy my child, ‘tis all worth it, you’re ready.
The fact you’re so far away makes me sad
But I’m more than proud and grateful you’re my dad.
Forever you’ll be my daughter to me,
A lifetime of love, we certainly have.
My daughter, our love surpasses all distance
No oceans divide us, our minds unite us.
As we see one to the other, it will always be,
You rank above others swimming the sea.
Mind the gaps, family, love, friends, and the important things in life.
Look both ways, and all around.